Moving...and indulging

Last week was one lonnng week. I packed, cleaned, and moved...among other things. Someday soon I'm going to have to take a photo of the massive pile of wordly objects I've acquired...which are all sitting in my unfortunate (but oh, so kind and uncomplaining) parents' family room.

Dad and Buddy in the U-Haul (which was as tightly packed as possible).

Apparently, bringing masses of stuff into my parents' home prompted them to get rid of a fair amount of things themselves - namely, old furniture. Reallly old furniture...the sort even Good Will doesn't want. Nothing a fire pit and a burning permit can't fix. It also gave my two youngest sisters an opportunity to burn up some old homework - I'm all for recycling, but letting the occasional horrible geometry test go up in flames is okay with me.

The flames got MUCH bigger. It reminded me of tales of the infamous InterVarsity guys' manly bonfire...or whatever they called it. As a girl, I was never allowed to go - but I heard about the quest for old furniture and the questionable inclusion of baking products.

The last few days have been a lot quieter. There's been time to relax, read, catch up, reflect...and indulge. Yesterday my sister Jamie and I had a little sisterly bonding time while getting pedicures - definitely worth the cheap-o beauty school rates!

Guess who can't tan? And yes...we're 100% related!