Tomorrow it happens

In theory we move out of the hotel and into the new house tomorrow.

In theory.

There is virtually nothing about this move that has not been screwed up. This has been the clusterfuck to end all clusterfucks. oh lordy, has this been yucky.

At some point I'll have to tell you about the $70,000 foundation repair request, the packing crew that left cabintets full of stuff behind, the movers who showed up 6 hours late, the flu they sent Miles home with the day of the packing, the comedy of picking up the cars, what got left behind even after I cleaned up after the packers, the mysterious wire of funds from the sale of our house that didn't arrive, the mysterious loan funds that didn't arrive and the moving company BEKINS - Don't Ever Use Them that decided to blow off our contract date and wait 4 more days to shove in another load without informing us.

some point I'll tell you all about it.

whine, whine, whine, whine.