One last post for the masses

So we lied earlier regarding the lack of communications. But this it it for real. It is not 12am PST, the movers come in 8 hours, and it's a mad sweaty dash to get everything organized. The kids are sleeping in their "Shrek" and "Fiona" sleeping bags (picture to come), and Mommy and Daddy are tearing things up.

Next post, we will be furniture-less and basically gypsies.