As you can imagine, The Major and I are discussing many important issues right now, as we prepare for an upcoming move and the potential sale of our house. Military moves are a special breed, and I’ll offer more insight on that at another time (gathering tidbits as we head through this one…) I thought I’d give you a glimpse into one of the critical pre-move email conversations we had this morning:
Me: Hey: The moving company is coming tomorrow to do a walk through survey so they’ll know what kind of boxes to bring, how much stuff we have, etc. Can you walk me through tonight to make sure that I will tell them correctly which stuff they are responsible for versus what we’re doing?
The Major: Yeppers. We need to identify the pro gear as well (yours and mine) and make sure they are aware of the requirement to ID each of ours respectively. Plus we will need more cookies to make this happen, so that is your job. FK and stinky giraffes are marinating as we speak. (FK is Turbo’s nasty lovie blanket, and the stinky giraffes are a small gang of animals that live in Lunchbox’s crib. This morning I noticed that they are particularly rancid and requested that the Major quarantine them all in the hot wash after I took the guys to school.)
Me: Excellent. Cookies will not be forthcoming. That is not on my agenda today, sorry.
The Major: Fix it.
As you can see, The Major is singlehandedly trying to ensure that I am unsuccessful in any efforts at not eating crap.