Box deep in knees

Wait, scratch that, reverse it.

Packing with purpose has commenced. We're expecting to set out in a week, and in that time a lot of things are supposed to happen. Among them, 2.5 days of training for me in Waltham, 4.5 days of work for M-N, 7 days of good time life-lovin' enjoyment for Little Dude, and about 100 boxes to pack.

Despite the yard sale, we still seem to have a lot of stuff. Tonight I've been packing the kitchen, everything I can figure we can go a week without. Having made drunken noodles tonight and planning to barbecue twice this week, the spices are now packed, along with more tupperware than a 2.5 person household could ever possibly need, several kitchen appliances we infrequently use but can't seem to live without (like a blender, deep fryer, and slow cooker), and the coffeepot.

The coffeepot is where M-N stepped in. She has one of those little pots, as she's the only coffee drinker in the apt. I broke it once while washing it (moral of the story: wash your own coffeepot). Ok, the actual moral is: husband breaks coffeepot, husband finds and buys replacement coffeepot. Anyway, she packed the glass part, I packed around it.