Things are falling apart faster than I can repair them.
Late last night, I unloaded a small grouping of Camille’s clothes from my truck onto the rack in the laundry room, then turned to take the garbage bins to the curb.
Behind me, I heard a CRASH!!!!
The entire clothes rack tore out of the wall.
Camille and I are both shocked at the filth – people were actually living here – and the damage that was hidden by careful placement of furniture.
After six straight days of sunup to sundown work, we are only three days away from the moving truck, with miles to go before we can sleep.
Jeff Says: I think you overloaded the shelf with Charmin… 😀