Movin' on up

All our worldly possessions now live in a tiny shoe box in woop-woop. So I am now typing this on the kitchen bench, on a chair too low with my arms up around my head trying to type. Some might say addicted, but I like to think of it as dedicated.

So, the truck wasn't big enough to fit all our stuff and the storage unit wasn't big enough to store all our stuff. It was cool - we dealt with it - cool as cucumbers. We had some awesome helpers who made things so much easier for us.

The three musketeers got to utilise our tetris skills in making sure things fit "like a glove" as we packed the storage unit. nb liked to say that every time he put something in there. To him, it was funny every time.

The water cheat is still trying to yank our chain, but we aren't biting. We are winning the war.

Happy Fathers Day for tomorrow to Mr T, G-man and Bumpa :)