what not to do when moving
October 29, 2010
The Problem With Mirows
When hubby and I lived in New Orleans, we kind of came to accept that conventional spelling (and even pronunciation) was often up for grabs.
When it came time for us to move North, we hired a few packers to help us with the job. They were nice gentlemen. Plump and slow and toothless, too. But Worker Bee #1 and Worker Bee #2 toiled tirelessly in the June heat to help us prepare for our move, and we appreciated their assistance.
When our moving van arrived in New York State 15 days later (long story as to why it took so long, but let’s just suffice it to say that United Van Lines paid us to move), we eventually came upon one strangely enormous bundle labeled “mirows,” that had us stumped….