we will never be finished packing

We have hit the "oh my heavens this WILL NEVER BE ALL PACKED" stage of packing.  As in, I've been packing for weeks and yet there is STILL SO MUCH CRAP left to be packed. Gone are the days when I everything was packed in shoe boxes and crammed into the back of my Dodge Neon.

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We have a general contractor, a plumber and a cabinet maker doing work in the kitchen, and the general contractor and the cabinet maker are like an old, crotchety married couple.  They bicker all day long.
"Why are you doing it that way? That looks terrible!"
 "You don't tell me what to do, I been doin' this for forty years, this is the right way, you shut your mouth."
"You don't know what you  are talking about, this is all wrong, why didn't you put it over there?"
"Only my wife gets to talk to me like that."

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Conversations you don't want to overhear when your kitchen is ripped apart:
"What the hell is this?  You built it an inch too small, you moron."

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While packing, I came across this gem, given to me by my mother in law nearly a year ago (possibly TWO years ago) for my birthday or mother's day or I don't remember when, but BWAHAHAHAH I certainly intend to cash that puppy in, preferably THIS VERY WEEKEND.

BWAHAHAHAHA.....

sorry, its the packing, it has finally sent me over the edge.