So, why am I taking the time to write a blog post, you ask?
Well, I'll tell you.
Because I'm a weirdo who cannot handle the idea of strangers coming into my house, packing all my belongings, and loading them onto a truck.
Even if they are "professionals."
Kind of stresses me out.
That brings me here, to the Hardees down the road.
Sitting in a hard booth,
freezing to death,
surrounded by the oldest gentlemen in Graceville.
They have good wifi
and even greater chicken biscuits.
This will be my hide-out until I get the call from Husband telling me all the big, mean, packer-uppers are gone.
Then, we are Tennessee bound.
Once and for all.
I hope everyone had wonderful-family-friend-awesome-funtimes this Christmas season.
I'll be back later for a fun, traditional bloggy recap of the year 2012.
Until then, enjoy your day and pray that my OCD-control problems don't make me go crazy.
Or hurt the packer/loaders.