It is finished.
I am now left with the residual debris inevitably left behind.
8.2 million nerf darts.
9 stray socks.
I thought I kept a pretty clean house.
Despite the fact that I believe our landlord reads this blog
here is the proof that I was sadly waaay off base in regards to my cleaning capabilities:
I'm not showing it to you.
I do need to maintain some sense of dignity.
I shouldn't be so prideful.
Pride comes before a fall.
Here are the pictures:
I'm not doin it.
And you can't make me.
I choose the fall.
You'll just have to trust me.
It wasn't pretty.
We did have a great experience this go round I will say.
Like that box of chocolates, at 7 am when strangers ring your doorbell, you never know what your gonna get.
And unlike my good friends across the street that had to break up a near fist fight on the front lawn amongst their packers.......
no I'm not kidding....
both our packing and loading crews were schmantastic.
And this year none of the crew used the restroom with the door open
WHILE talking to me.
Still not kidding.
So off we soon go.
The palm trees are beckoning.
The waves are calling my name
and I am googling how to treat jellyfish stings.
Let the games begin.