||[Mar. 16th, 2006|11:35 am]
Joe got his stuff back from the army yesterday morning- the personal stuff he left behind in Cyprus. There were three very large boxes and they contained (among other things) a small fridge, a TV, and a play station. |
And yesterday afternoon his mother handed over all the video casettes he left with her. There are about 600 of them.
This house is too small.
Did you spot the bunny?
Joe has set the play station up in his bedroom and is currently playing a game that sounds like there's a production line in there and he's building humvees.
I see the bunny! He's playing between the boxes! :-)
I see, I think, two close-together eyes in the dark. Is that the bunny?
Six hundred videos! Time for culling. Tell him it's fun after you get into it, so fun you're throwing out good stuff and not caring! Whee!
Sorry, try again.
We suggsted a cull. He was horrified.
Wait--I see a tail. It's on the floor, to the left of the white/brown rectangle.
That's it. He's standing up on his hind legs.
I spot a bunny and I suspect that if you'd taken the picture ten minutes later I would also spot a hole in one of those cartons.
He loves these boxes. There's just so much to explore.
Help! I don't see the bunny!
At the base of the boxes, in the centre, standing on his hind legs.
Elusive bunny! Now I see him, on the very large screen of the very nice Mac my husband has at his job.
I see the bunny, now what's the butcher knife for?
BWWWWAhahaha. I thought the same thing. But it's probably to open the cartons.
We brought that knife back from Crete. It's a Cretan "Freedom" knife- as used by Cretan patriots to disembowel Nazis.
I've always found it traumatic to go through a process like this -- having someone move into "my" space with all their stuff... Fortunately it hasn't happened to us in a long time. Sending you calm vibes...
Thanks. But, actually, I'm pretty cool with it. I find it more amusing than stress-inducing.
And we've just gained an extra fridge.
i too see the bunny, and the knife, and i wonder... *maniacal hand-rubbing and devious looks* when the twain shall meet?
*maniacal laughter, head thrown back* a aha ha ha aha aha!!
How could such a thought even cross your mind.