It's about 5:45 PM and I'm in the kitchen, knee deep in boxes and bubble wrap, after coming home from a long day at work.
(calling to check in from lovely, sunny Arizona)
Hey hon, whatcha up to?
Not much, just packing.
Oh, Jonny, that one will come back to haunt you, my dear :)
On a brighter note, I don't think we could have asked for a more perfect moving day forecast: