We are the Box Smugglers
Just got back from getting boxes for when we have to move, which happens in just over a week's time. We had a very rattly shopping cart that we filled up with boxes from the liquor store. On our way, we sang bits of Les Mis and Disney and on the way back, people in cars kept thinking that the cart was going to suddenly swerve into oncoming traffic and preemptively dodging. It was a vastly amusing journey. Also, I am good at balancing boxes without dropping them. My vastly useful life skills make themselves known.
Also, as a side note, we live near YVR airport. So we get planes flying over us at all hours of day or night. It used to bother me. Then I figured out how to ignore it. However, now that I have listened to Cabin Pressure, I find that all I have to do is imagine any and all planes to be piloted by Martin and Douglas and I am no longer annoyed.
Yes.
I am awesome. This has been a public service announcement.
Also, as a side note, we live near YVR airport. So we get planes flying over us at all hours of day or night. It used to bother me. Then I figured out how to ignore it. However, now that I have listened to Cabin Pressure, I find that all I have to do is imagine any and all planes to be piloted by Martin and Douglas and I am no longer annoyed.
Yes.
I am awesome. This has been a public service announcement.