Dishes: The bane of packers everywhere

Well, we're moving SOMEWHERE tomorrow. Still not entirely sure where, but we're moving. I don't know where I'll be sleeping tomorrow night but darn if we aren't moving anyway. We've reached the eating out stage of packing: the time when you've used up all of the easily-made food in the house and you've got pasta in your cabinets but not pasta sauce and it's eight o'clock at night and you've just packed the dishes and there's no way in hell you're breaking out the cans of diced tomatoes and making homemade sauce at this point so let's just go to Friendly's, dammit.

Yeah, that stage.

So we got burgers last night and packed the dishes. Last year I got a great deal online from JC Penney on an eight piece stoneware service in blue and white, the colors we decided to emphasize in our kitchenware. They shipped it to us in a great big box full of smaller boxes, which were carefully packed in the most complex way possible, with bizarre combinations of big plates, small plates, salad bowls, cereal bowls, mugs and serveware. So last night, a year or so later, we had to try to figure out how to put the dishes back into the small boxes. Don nearly cried.

Plus I broke a plate this summer (really it broke itself, just flew off the counter, I swear), so that screwed ALL the packing logistics up! I'll never live that one down.