It’s our turn to host football at our house this weekend, and I can’t say that I’m all that excited. Normally, I would be. Food, friends, and football, you really can’t go wrong there. However, in an effort to make our lives easier, Hubs and I made a big boo-boo when we moved to Missouri.
Before leaving Georgia, Husbter and I decided that we would pack everything that we would need for day to day life ourselves, and let the movers handle everything else. When the movers arrived to deliver our house hold goods, just about everything that wasn’t furniture went straight into the garage in it’s box. We rented a small townhouse, because after all most of our stuff is packed away.
|This is our garage. The entire thing is literally filled wall to wall, floor to ceiling with boxes.|
In all honesty, I didn’t realize how long six months really was. Half a year without inviting anyone over? Yeah, that’s not happening. So now, armed solely with a Crock Pot, one 4-quart pot, a frying pan, an 8×8 dish, and two cookie sheets, I’m making Saturday happen. I’m a little nervous, since we don’t have any serving dishes or utensils, but I’ll probably spend a few bucks at the dollar store and pick up some cheap plastic ones. I just hope that everyone fits into our living room. Boy, this makes me miss our house in Georgia!
Although, that won’t be happening, with enough beer, I don’t think anyone will notice. And I learned a BIG lesson. Next time the movers will be handling it all, and it’s all getting unpacked. Even if I don’t think I’ll need it. When the time comes to pack it up again, the movers will take care of that.
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