Am back from San Francisco, where SFM cruelly informed me last nite was 75 degrees at 8:30 pm. Meanie.
I'm ready to leave it all. All I need to take with me is the wicker, the animals, and some clothes. I would really leave it all. Most of it. Cept for my Christmas stuff. And my seasonal stuff. And the computer, dinosaur that it is. Oh and the butcher block. And the toolbox. And the dog beds. And the glass dining table. My bed can stay here. As well as most of my clothes. Must take my plants tho. And at least half the books. And my sewing machine, must take the sewing machine. And the cat box. Of course the cat box.
Well, I'm tired now, having packed up my entire household in my head.
Had a great time in San Francisco, did I mention that? Love the houses, love the city, love SFM, love the weather. And the public transportation. Hate his roommate.
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