(no subject)
I know that a time comes in every young person's life when moving means more than throwing his or her belongings into Corona and Smirnoff boxes pilfered from the liquor store. (Or, in my case, coerced from the clerk at RJ's Spirits & Car Wash in Americus.)
That time is not age 22, when the moving truck comes tomorrow.
With any luck, there will be no further packing tape injuries.
That time is not age 22, when the moving truck comes tomorrow.
With any luck, there will be no further packing tape injuries.