Remember a while ago, people were all about, “Ohmygawsh, she is such a witch-with-a-b!”? And it is possible that by “people,” I mean the 18-22 demographic that was obsessed with Gilmore Girls. Anyway, my college roommate at the time was very into pirates. She was in love with Capt. Jack Sparrow, observed “Talk Like a Pirate Day” like it was a national holiday and called us all “wenches.” All in good fun, of course. Well, one day, she was all wench this and wench that and not to be outdone, I put my English major to good use and lobbed one back at her. “Oh yeah?!” I retorted, “Well, you’re such a wench-with-a-b!”
And before I could congratulate myself for my stunning display of cleverness, she pointed out the obvious.
“So… I’m a bench?”
Oh, how we laughed.
I just shared all of that so that you will understand when I say that packing is a bench.
I’m moving across town in a few short weeks and oh my goodness, where did I get all of this stuff? And where does it all go? And who put all those boxes in my living room?