14 days until we get aboard our plane to Christchurch.
The shipping company called yesterday and basically said, “You remember that 72 hour window, Wed-Fri? We can’t do that. We’ll see you tomorrow at 1pm.”
Needless to say, my last two days of work turned into one day. We fueled up on wine and pizza, and nearly pulled an all-nighter last night.
It’s now almost 3pm Tuesday.
|Look at my car for comparison! So tiny!|
This monstrosity just took away all of our belongings, save for 2 suitcases, 2 carry-ons, and 2 bikes.
The moving guy also bought our recliner off of us. 40 bucks!
Scott is selling my car as I write.
Due to the surprise schedule change, these little buggers are staying until tomorrow:
|Scramble and Hop, sprinting for treats. I’ll miss them!!!|
I’m mostly feeling fantastic, and fantastically exhausted.
Is it wrong to open another bottle of wine?