Why I hate boxes (Read: Why I prefer Rubbermaid)

You're welcome for the amazing illustration to help you better visualize.

Oh, no reason... Just love the part of moving boxes where the bottom falls out because someone (me) decided to put all of the cookbooks into one box with some other heavy shit, taped it shut, and didn't label the box. So when Porch tries to lift it out of the truck, the bottom gives out and my shit is all over the street. This? Could have been avoided if I had labeled the damn box... Or just used the plastic Rubbermaid totes.

Side note: We haven't labeled ANY of the boxes in this move. Instead, we'll spend the entire moving weekend shuffling stuff around the house and trying to figure out where everything goes... It's a fun game we like to play.

** Update: We now box things with a little more care, caution, and/or humor.

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