Well, not so much disaster as a series of annoyances.
1. We found out just today that ABF--who currently has control of all our personal property except for our car and what we could fit in it--doesn't deliver on Saturday or Sunday. That adds two more days of sleeping on the floor. Originally, we thought our stuff would probably arrive on Friday, which means we've doubled the amount of time we have to go without our stuff. And that in turn means I'll be wearing the same khaki shorts and blue Polo shirt for a total of 1.5 weeks. At least I brought enough undies.
2. Another nugget from ABF: our stuff is still in San Fernando, California. That was our first clue that it wouldn't be ready for delivery on Friday.
3. In just a few seconds, Greta changed our Hyundai into her own rolling litter box. She chose the armrest that separates driver from passenger for the honor. Luckily, it was (mostly) solid.
4. And since the Fates wanted to reiterate the old saw, "When it rains, it pours," it also rained. And, man, did it pour. Luckily, we had functioning wiper blades. Until we didn't.
Still, we made it to Erie, Pennsylania, our heads bloody but unbowed. Nothing can stop us now!
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Forgot you had a blog but glad to hear the trip's going so well...wait oh, sorry it's not. Surely you'll find an outlet mall or something along the way. I'm getting on Google Earth now to find something entertaining for tomorrow for you.
Were the Hyundai a convertable, you could have used the rain to clean up Greta's mess.
Bad kitty (he he).
I would like to point out that I recommended Ickie take more than one outfit to wear for the move. Also, that I'm currently washing it for him to prevent reekage. Also, that I've encouraged him to go to Old Navy for replacements. Also, that he has been wearing that same pair of khaki shorts nearly every day for the past couple of months in SB, so he really doesn't have much new to complain about in the area of fashion diversity.
I, on the other hand, look spectacular. I think several strangers actually wept at that rest stop in New York state when they were overcome by my trendiness.
You crack me up, BC! Enough so, even, that I forgive you and pardon for your slight against the Buckeye State. Just don't let it happen again.
Tell Ick that he really ought to listen to you in the future. In fact, perhaps calling you 'Master' would help him in that regard.
Bro, you gotta roll down to Kittery to all the outlets and get some threads. That place is outlet city.
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