Stolen out from underneath me!

Have you ever heard someone say, "It was stolen out from underneath me?" Well, I know more of what they feel when they say that. In my case the bed was paid for but my nap was stolen out from underneath me. Since our flight leaves for Los Angeles on Tuesday, we have been selling all our furniture through the British equivalent to Craigslist.

This Sunday afternoon I was enjoying the last dregs of my nap when Becky jolted me out of bed. She was nearly pulling the sheets out from underneath me as she directed me to dismantle the dear bed. Within twenty minutes the bed was gone.

Our first "goodbyes" have been to our furniture. Though our rooms are empty our minds are furnished with many memories from our time here.