I think poking my eye with a crochet hook would be more fun...

Now don't get me wrong. I am very happy and excited about moving to our new house. It's the getting there that is getting me down. I know the economy is crumbling, but dammit! I need to get my stuff from here to there! I wish someone could just pack all my stuff and whisk it away to Alberta for me, while a cabana boy brings me zombies by the gallon. I would be good with that! But no, I am a responsible, non-magic-performing human. Must pack all our stuff up securely and before October 31 when the moving truck comes. Oh yeah, I still have to book the dogs' flights and get them to the airport too. Sigh.