Counting Down to Liftoff (or "Goodbye Dallas, Hello Road Trip to the New Life")

This is not my beautiful life:

Here's where we get to the "Do we really need this?" part of the packing extravaganza. Fortunately, we leave tomorrow morning, otherwise we'd probably just toss the entire contents of the condo down the garbage chute and feel like we accomplished something very wise and definitive.

Definitive, yes, but wise? I'm still internally debating.

We're leasing a condo again instead of buying, so this scenario is likely to be repeated too soon for comfort. In better news, the FedEx site tells me that my seven boxes of perfume bottles arrived safe and sound in Seattle (my friend Louise has promised to lovingly watch over them until we can be reunited).

"Reunited and it feeeels so goooooood . . . "

Here's hoping the bottles didn't break and/or leak everywhere and all over everything in transit . . . or that delivery truck would have cruised up the driveway towing some serious sillage!