The End
My belongings are quickly dissapearing. Due to the move, freedom of choice within this man's home is limited. I crave a vodka tonic, but the vodka is five boxes deep in a stack of ten. I threw the tonic out days ago. Why move cheap carbonated liquid in glass? I'm drinking creatively - rum and Perrier. The only reason the rum isn't packed is because I bought the warehouse size Bacardi and it doesn't fit into any boxes upright. The Perrier is here because Colleen is pregnant and it calms her stomach. There's no ice in the house because our ice machine broke last month - we'll pass that little quirk on to the buyer. Hey, they're getting a free fridge, right?! I've resorted to throwing the bottles of Perrier & rum into the freezer in hopes that they instantly cool in time for the next drink. Which I, because all the highballs are packed, will be sipping from a coffee mug. Lukewarm rum and Perrier. The drink of Moving-Champions.