The boys and I just went to check the mail. I returned home to find the fresh, still warm, banana-blueberry bread that I'd recently pulled from the oven half devoured. Stupid dog.
Oh. And in case moving wasn't inconvenient enough... They don't pick up the boxes anymore. I called to arrange the "debris pickup" and it was denied. Upon further investigation I found out the military stopped covering that service UNLESS... you're a widow, you're wounded, OR you specifically request the movers unpack you and they take the boxes the same day. They didn't offer to unpack and I wouldn't have had them unpack anyway. I just wanted them to pick up the boxes three days later when I finished unpacking myself. Another reason I hate movers. Or moving, whatever.
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