Packing Schmacking

I am really excited that there are only 6 DAYS until I close on my house. However, I REALLY HATE MOVING! I know it will all be worth it eventually but right now I hate packing. Why is it that it seems the more you pack the more *!#% you find? I keep filling up boxes but the junk doesn't seem to go anywhere.

Sigh. I guess you can tell what I'm doing this weekend. Packing. The whole dad-burned weekend.

I did meet a friend at the dog park this afternoon. That was nice for Kodie. She was driving me crazy jumping up on the chest to her window-look-out spot every 2.5 minutes. The sun was shining and I decided that packing wasn't THAT important. Two hours at the dog park has left Kodie in her bed all afternoon and evening, which has made the packing more enjoyable for me.

No honking duck chasing me around the apartment! :)