PSD finally - sort of - got their heads out of their collective ass and got the move straightened out. Half. We still haven't gotten our moving allowance; so far we're paying for all of this out of pocket. We were told Tuesday afternoon that the movers would arrive Thursday morning at nine AM.
The crew has been great. They were a little put out when they got here because things were, well, chaotic as all hell, but we've straightened things out and they were a little horrified when they found out about the less than 48 hours' notice. So they're packing us up again today, and come back Monday for the major bits like the fridge and the bed.
We get to spend a weekend in a house with two laptops, a bed, a refrigerator, and a spinning wheel. Nothing but good times ahead.
Yesterday the Goober found this whole thing fascinating, and 'played packing'. She got a few pieces of packing paper from the movers and spent the afternoon rolling up her toys in it. Today she's had it to the eyebrows, wants it over, and is racing around the house like a bee in a bottle.
And Sekhmet. That evil fucker. You know where my badass cat is? The one who foiled a burglary, who beats up dogs, who bites the hand that feeds her?
Hiding in the bathtub.