The Move From Hell: Update 3
THOSE G*@#^%#%& RAT BASTARDS!They must have read the previous post because the only thing (so far) that's turned up missing is the hardware to MY bed.
Most of the rest of the stuff is here (we have another small shipment showing up next week - thankfully almost all furniture). The last couple of days have been spent enjoying the packer's bad spelling/grammar (linnens, pantery, and plastic's are but a few examples) and their even worse sense of humor. Usually you can figure out what's in a box by what is written on the box - dishes, glassware, etc. In a pinch, you can narrow things down by where the box was packed - bedroom, kitchen, storage closet, etc.
Not so with our fine friends. I'd regale you with some of the strange places we've found some of our items packed, but Mr. Q informs me that it is time to get ready to go out to dinner.
Whe-woo! An evening away from the cardboard!
I like "pantery." It could be pantry (the likely suspect) or a box full of pants only. Pantery. I'm gonna start using that.
Of course, my amusement quickly wore off. About the time that I found my tea kettle and toaster in a box labelled "Toys," marked as having been packed in the living room.
Morons. In their defense, they *did* throw a couple of Lil Q's toys in on top.
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