Men and Moving

Why is that men think throwing everything into boxes, tossing said boxes into a truck and then tossing them into a house is the way to move? Is it an illness with them? Or is this some genetic abherration to their species? Maybe it's one of those topics covered in those "secret" classes that boys get somewhere between junior high and high school? I don't know...I doubt I'll ever know. Maybe in my next lifetime. I'm sure I've made enough mistakes in this one to justify my return as a man. I just don't get it.

Okay, I'm done rambling and will explain. My recycled husband is apparently sick and tired of his job, his roommate, his town, and his apartment. I think he's also sick of only being able to see me (read get laid) once a month...hehe, it's like a reverse period, haha...and is planning on moving in within the next few weeks. He also seems to think that he can just toss all of his worldly goods into boxes NO Organization needed, and troop on down here. Of course, this also means that Yours Truly will get to be the one sorting, disposing, and unpacking of all these jumbled boxes and items. Ugh!

This is one more reason I think men should be divided into two camps: a worker camp & a breeder camp. You need something fixed, you call the worker camp tell them what you need, and they send someone over. You need your 'plumbing' worked on, you call the breeder camp, tell them what you want/need and they send someone over. Once the job is taken care of, they return back to their camp. Much easier: no mouth, no mess, no miscommunications, no hassles. Divide every town in half, set it up, and the world would be a much better place in a single generation. Hey, it's my fantasy, dammit! Don't fuck it up!