Move it busterette.

The massive a-pack continues.

All day was spent sorting vital junk into various boxes.  Some boxes have lengthy and wildly esoteric lists permanently marked into their cardboard hides.  Lists like;

Riding crop, dominos, cat brain(seriously, like, literally, Noelle has half a cat brain in a jar), wigs, pin-the-tongue-on-jesus, "night-stand items."  (<---- Translation: Night-stand ... toys.)

So far (!) there are 89 documented and itemized boxes on our moving spreadsheet.  9 of them contain Noelle's toiletries.  Or pens.

I have learned that never during the course of the rest of our lives as we know them do either of us need to purchase any pens, gum or lip balm.

Noelle has no less than 600 pens/markers/high-lighters/pencils/crayons/designer styli/calligraphy tools.

I found no less than 79 UNOPENED packs of gum, and no fewer than 47 packs of gum in various states of undress.

One of our book-boxes is not full of books.  It is full of lip-balm.  Sticks, jars, pots, mini-pots.  No fewer than I would guess 247 sticks jars and pots, mini or otherwise, of lip balm, gloss, shine, moisturizer, lotion, oil, stick, venom(??) and a host of serums.

Her philosophy must be working.  I'm into her lips.  I write a lot more.  Our breath is flawless.  I refuse to endorse xylitol.  Sorry diabetics, it just makes me uncomfortable.