- I fly in Saturday afternoon and pack.
- Sunday, I pack. Might have a garage sale. Step mother may be flying in to help with packing. I will have break down about all the shit to be done and all the things I have to throw away or give away and see dollar signs in each item.
- Monday, I take my car to be painted. And pack. Call in to poorly timed conference call about work project.
- Tuesday, pack. Throw shit out.
- Wednesday, truck and movers arrive. Step mother leaves, I think.
- Thursday, pick up painted car. Pack up 'kids', trek the hell up to PC's parent's house 3 states away. If not already gone, step mother leaves this day.
- Friday, actually leave because wasn't able to actually get everything done on Thursday.
- Saturday, pretend to relax at his parent's house. Open presents.
- Sunday, make small talk, but worry about the kittie kids peeing inappropriately, freezing, and/or being eaten by his mom's dogs. Depart for Dream State.
- Monday, arrive in Dream State most likely late for our move in appointment.
- Tuesday, return to work. Or, call in sick.
"All right.
#1- sounds like you are already having a breakdown lol
#2- I think I will just come help you pack when I'm free. And we can drink.
PC better be packing."
I'm going to miss these kinds of friends.
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