Moving

I really hope today is the last day we have to do this. I have suffered through three days of torture at the hands of mosquitos, I’m like a freaking buffet to them. My feet hurt something fierce and I won’t even go into the rest of my body. For the most part we got all the big stuff and furniture out, now it’s just trash day I hope. Finished mother’s place yesterday now today is dad’s place. I’m not looking forward to doing his backyard and may even leave that to the kids because one: not my dogs and two: not feeling like stepping in dog shit. At least there won’t be any mosquitoes there to greet me, one can only hope.

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