24 hours and counting.

24 hours and counting.

It’s crunch time now. All the last minute things that wouldn’t seem to be a big deal, are a big deal. Like we have a lot of milk for some reason. Or you run out of dog food so Otto eats frozen pizza or a leftover sandwich. Or how after you get all the big stuff and medium stuff and little things, you’re done. Except for a few odds and ends. And those few odds and ends fill 37 boxes. So the day before a move it’s essential to have everyone pitching in and doing their part. So the wife took the kids to Branson and I’m here working two jobs, packing up and working to make this move as smooth as possible.

Actual photo of Brenna as she thanks God for the blessing of me as her husband .

So while they enjoy themselves in Branson, I continue to mark things off the list. Fridge repair check, utilities check, torment the realtor double check. I’m kidding about the last one. Sort of. It’s always fun to provide the full benefit of my sense of humor to others.

Some times Brenna doesn’t appreciate my humor. Other times she doesn’t appreciate my generous nature or my home decorating skills. Example our new home is a mid century modern design. So I found a vintage oven that would look great. But she was less then enthusiastic upon seeing this nostalgic treasure. Something about “no one wants a 65 year old oven Cole” and then it was “Yes I like pink Cole but not a pink oven!” Some people are just hard to please.

Don’t make ‘em like this anymore.

That about wraps up day. I wonder if they will bring me back a t shirt from Branson. That would be good since I’ve packed most of my clothes and I don’t want to end up wearing this.

Not sure where this came from.

The clock is ticking, back to work.