This is my life.
Chasing Frankie out of boxes. As soon as I get one taped and ready and/or packed, he needs to “help” me.
We are packing furiously trying to get moved into the camper by next week. With Spring Break, my days and nights will be spent packing the house. Stephen is setting up the camper and wiring the shop (electrical and hot water) for his night-shift cell, the fridge, washer/dryer, freezers, my tub, the real toilet, and deep washing sink. And yes, we know it sounds like we should just live in the shop, but it’s not insulated and will not heat or cool. It’s huge and built to be a shop. We both have a herculean effort to give next week and I do not know if I can do much blogging…or cooking…but yes to running. I’ll be in Dallas in one week!!
Until then, prepare for shenanigans. I’m sure they will be plentiful with this character hanging around 
