The last time we moved, the only casualty was our clock (which Paulie broke while transferring our things from our old rented house to my mom’s house). This recent move’s casualties are a couple of VGA cables (lost), a broken IDE cable (courtesy of moi, while trying to secure my hard drive from being carelessly carried around), a new umbrella (stolen) and Svet’s old pink tub (a huge hole on the side, and Paulie’s to blame).
My mom commented on how I pack our stuff – like someone whose house is on fire. Ha ha. Funny one, ma. If you knew how my mom packs her stuff, you’d know she’s exaggerating. And yes, I am defending my packing skills.