We're constantly dealing with missing our stuff. It's like when the power goes out and you keep thinking of things you can do then immediately realize you can't do it. Right now, it's kind of funny... and kind of not.
We went to the beach and realized our beach towels, chairs, umbrella, and sunscreen are packed in a box. We saw an ad for bar-be-que and realized we gave away our propane tank to the movers. I wanted to paint my nails and realized I threw away all my colors but one. I got sunburnt and realized all my lotion is gone. We thought about doing a project to take up some time and realized we got rid of our concrete mix. Gus' nails are super long and the grinder is packed. Rob wanted to check a leak in his truck and realized all the tools are packed. I wanted to mail a letter and realized anything to do with that is in a box. We are supposed to give back our cable modem and realized the movers packed it. The squadron asked for Rob's pilot training and IFF gradesheets - we have no idea what box those are in! We haven't even seen our boxes.
Yea, it's funny... and not.
4 years ago
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That stinks...we had to live in the TLF for a month before we got our stuff, but at least it wasn't shipped half way around the world. Are they giving you any idea of when it will be back in your possession?
Ugh... that is both kinda hilarious... and then again just really no fun at all, sorry my friend
Our boxes are actually turned around and back in Panama City somewhere. We just have nowhere to put them!
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