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.

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Heth said…
Crack that whip and put those girls to work. I'm sure Em is completely willing to pack your china.
Friday, September 23, 2005 8:56:00 AM
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