Packing is Lame. Lame-o. We have accumulated way too much stuff. I don't know how it happened. It's like it just appeared. Well. Maybe not quite. But I can't believe we own so much.
Packing is hard to do. There's nothing really rewarding about it. Once it's packed, then you have to clean. So much effort. Will the new place be worth it? I hope so.
Funny story....
Our current landlord phones today and says:
"So, I hear you're moving out. Your new place phoned us."
and I'm thinking "Ok, but you sold and forced us to move - so obviously we're moving out." He also gave us our damage deposit back - a week before we move out.
Strange.
My cat seems to stare at me everywhere I go in the apartment. I think she's got a plot to do away with me. Her eyes don't look friently and she's bitten me three times tonight - while I was petting her. It was as if she just couldn't stop herself.
All the ladies with narrow feet are flocking into work and I must have the narrow lady magnet glued to my head. The majority of them are self righteous, rude and bitchy. As if I ordered in the shoes and simply decided not to get any narrows. My favourite comment today was "They make all the shoes in China now. Asians all have wide feet and that's why they don't make narrows anymore." That's right up there with the "These shoes stink because they were made in China." Anybody who thought old ladies were sweet are definetly wrong.
One day I'm going to write a book of all my crazy shoe selling related stories. But not today.
I have to pack.
Boo.
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