. Even Sweet Terror got sick of it and laid down while saying, "Why do we have to have so many boxes? I don't like all these boxes, they are driving me crazy, Mom."
Now we are in our new home, and half of the boxes have been unpacked. In the basement, though, are 3 walls of boxes. These are the "skeletons in my closet" boxes. You know, the ones filled with things. My things. Things that I will one day do marvelous things with. Things that I have yet to do very much at all with. Things that I keep boxing up and taking with me every time I move. Things that Mr. Hotness and the kids couldn't care less about. My things.