Competitive Moving - We Win

A few days ago I happened to glance across the street & noticed this scene:

My neighbors are packing up to move to Germany. And, as jealous as I am about that, I did take a moment to be really glad it wasn't me on the receiving end of an overseas move. Or any move for that matter.

I said to myself:
Hey, SavvySelf, just looking at that makes me want to vomit & hyperventilate.

My SavvySelf agreed (which is really fortunate since we are one in the same & if we didn't agree, we'd probably be diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder & we I would need more therapy than what the occasional blogging can deliver).

Anyway, later that same day, Man waltzed in the door from a hard day's work and commented that just looking at the Trucks & Crates gave him heart palpitations.

I agreed with him (which is also very fortunate) & explained that I had the same kind of visceral reaction just thinking about a move. I also pointed out that I was extremely thrilled that another one wasn't in the immediate future. And, by immediate I mean not until next summer. Because that's what you told me, that's what the Military wants, and next summer at the earliest, right? Right?

And, I really have no desire to compete for the Gold in the
Military Moves Olympics. Silver is just dandy with me.

His answer . . .

Unless I get another job within the HQ. Then we can leave in February.

Wha . . . Huh?

Surely he's just joking? You know, just kidding?

Seriously? Really?

Excuse me while I . . . bluughck! Breathe in, breathe out.breathe.breathe.in.out.in.out.in.out . . . Anyone have a brown paper bag handy? Bluughck!