Tomorrow morning the movers will arrive at my parents house in podunk-ville.
They will load 37 years worth of an accumulation of furniture, artwork, and what-not.
They will drive to the most beautiful house on my parents' new street and unload the contents of that moving truck.
After much pushing, lifting, nailing, and tugging, the final resting place for each treasured item will be decided.
If you knew the way my mom rearranges furniture, you would be laughing at the use of the word "final."
At long last, they are coming.
We will be neighbors.
"Can you spare a cup o' sugar?" neighbors.
A literal hop, skip, and jump from my house.
It's palpable and I am jazzed!!
6 comments:
I'm not jealous one little bit.
I'm not.
I'm not.
I'm not.
=)
That is so cool!
lucky you... ;)
you realize, of course, with Granny being sooo close that she'll take EVERY opportunity to spoil them! lol (beware of the toys & sweet treats!)
so very jealous
Jealous......but exicted that your momma will be so close. How awsome is that to have her right there when you need her AND we always need our mommas no matter how old we are.
ok - so you've had ur time w ur momma. u really need to post something.... lol ;p
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