Toby and I have been packing for our move. Packing and packing and packing. One might wonder - How much stuff can one couple own, especially when half of that couple has only been in this country for four years? A shocking amount.
By now we're pretty bored with the packing process, and we still haven't resolved certain differences in our individual theories of packing. Not only are we bored, I'm afraid we're quickly becoming boring!
We're determined to stop the progression into being boring, so we're going out tonight (unless the weather continues to predict tornados) to paint the town red. We haven't been to the Stage in almost a year, and since we will be too far for a cab ride home when we move to Franklin, we're going to make the most of it tonight.
Next Saturday night we're going to Carnton for a ghost tour. I really hope we don't see any ghosts. Toby hopes we see lots of ghosts, and he recently "reminded" me that I agreed to go on the ghost tour after our wedding. I think what I really said was that I refused to go on the ghost tour before the wedding, because if we saw any ghosts at Carnton, we were going to have to find a new location. I was not sharing our wedding with ghosts.
So wish me luck next Saturday - I think I'm going to need a pre-ghost tour glass of wine.
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