Let them eat cake

Today is moving day. Actually, it is moving day #1 of 3. When the truck showed up bright and early at 9 am I was thrilled and surprised they were here so early. Except it wasn't 'they', it was 'he', singular. Now, he has done a great job so far and is all kinds of efficient, but we have a lot of stuff to be packed and no way is he going to get half of it done today. The five year old has been watching him with an eagle eye and just announced to me that he wants to be a tape guy when he grows up. Last night the kids ate cake and ice cream for dinner because the lonely cans of garbanzo beans in the cupboard didn't appeal to anyone as a meal. If we didn't have the bakery across the road we'd be going hungry this morning. Moving. Such an adventure!