packing smacking

My hands, my shirt, my pants, all covered in newspaper ink.
Why does that stuff come off?
Why didn't I get packing peanuts instead?
Why am I moving?
Why do I have so much CRAP?
Why - oh why - oh why?

no sleep happens... only work... and pack.... and work... and pack... and jr. high volleyball... and work... and pack... and pack... and work.... and dig... and clutter... and toss... and pack.

Comments

Heth said…
Crack that whip and put those girls to work. I'm sure Em is completely willing to pack your china.

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