Things overheard repeated around the Fullerton household since Tuesday:
“Have you seen my ______?”
“Do you know which box the _______ is in?”
“Have you unpacked my _____?”
“Did you see where the movers put the ______?”
“I can’t find the ______.”
“Where did you put the _____?”
“Are you sure we remembered to pack the ______?”
As you can imagine, the conversation has been riveting.
I keep wishing that I was Sabrina the Teenage Witch (minus the scary puppet cat) so I could just point my finger and have the whole house set itself up. Ya, even the horrible clothes would be worth it.
