Thursday, January 31, 2013


We collected them.  We filled them. We taped them.  We tripped over them.  We were surrounded by them.  We moved them.  We unpacked them.  We tripped over them once more.  And now they are in our basement, waiting to be burned and disposed of.  I hope to never again see a box. 

I could never work in a storage facility.  Or at the post office.  Or UPS.  Or a loading dock of any kind.

But if you gotta have boxes around, is there anything cuter in the world to find in it than this little bean?

 She certainly is excited to be getting all settled into her new house!

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