We just sold our house on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. My wife and I have been packing for weeks and we are probably going to need another full week to finish. Pick up something and then put it down . Pick up something else and put it down. Pick up the first thing and finally put it in the box. Pack upstairs and then pack downstairs then go upstairs and pack and then go downstairs and pack and then go up and down and up and down etc. etc. etc. Meanwhile, I'm standing around with my finger up my ass and if I make a move to put something in a box, I hear "don't touch that". When the box is finally packed neither she nor I can remember how to label it. Then the crap starts all over again. I am allowed to go and find an empty box as long its exactly the right size. There is an old saying that goes, " Its the fucking you get for the fucking you got" and its apropos.