Oh cleaning fairy - We know you're out there somewhere, Please come to our aid - We seriously need you

Ok, so we're currently attempting to pack our room up to move into the new place . . . . but we have hit a little speed bump, which looks rather like this -

DAD - CLOSE YOU'RE EYES - DONT LOOK

As our room came with no wardrobe or any storage at all we have been living out of our hopeless broken and tattered suitcases (which we wish to burn once we move into the Nags - we have formed a great amount of hate for these lime green and orange vessels of pain and misfortune) which means that all our crap is spread all over the place, we cant even see what is what, its very confusing.

Imagine . . .  you're getting ready for work, you need you're jeans. You look at the couch where you placed them ready for today, but the couch has been enveloped in a swarm of clothing - shit now where are they? You see the corner of something dark blue, you pull it, nope thats a sock, damn. You pick up some of the jumpers on top, makes absolutely no difference.

In a panic you toss through the whole pile throwing each unwanted item behind you and onto the floor - no success, the jeans are nowhere to be found. You're only other option is now the overflowing suitcases - meh. where do you start?

You scan the suitcase and floor around it for ANYTHING that resembles jeans . . . . nothing.

AH HAH! You spot something hiding underneath, in unmeasurable joy you launch yourself forward and grab it, you yank it out, yay it has legs - huh? DAMN IT, its a pair of stockings!

The frustration overwhelms you, you get angry "FUUUUUUUUCK" you get desperate, grabbing anything blue or even black . . . . scarf, singlet, that same sock from before, jacket, undies . . . .

You're  blood is now boiling, you're contemplating going to work half naked and spending you're whole shift explaining to everyone that back home in Australia on Mondays no-one wears pants, we all go to work in our undies and that its one of our most important traditions. . . . you sit on the end of you're bed in defeat, whats that bump under the doona? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! they were there the whole time, hahaha

- Ashley = 1  Tatty Suitcases  = 0

This is where packing everything up has become a problem, we just dont know where to start and we're a little worried we may be bitten by something during the process. only god knows what gremlins are lurking in that nasty pile of clothes.

To be totally honest, that photo is EXTREMELY embarrassing, but I believe in an accurate and genuine representation and description, so that is why I have shown it, everything in this blog is accurate and isnt exaggerated in any way . . .  the only way you guys can try and understand what we are experiencing is to see it all in its raw form - 100% original and if that means embarrassing and rough, then thats what you'll get, lol

Anyway, I better get back to the piles of crap I need to move into our new love nest - I will be back later today with some pics of our new place. Oooooh and some photos of the glorious burning ceremony that will take place soon after - Burn suitcases BURN

chat soon

- Ash xxx