Because we were having to have new flooring put down in his office (we had some water damage last year) I had to pack up EVERYTHING in Rick's office, STAT!. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. The floor removal/putter-downer guys said that they would move the furniture, but there could be no trinkets out on shelves or in drawers. And wow ... did he have stuff out of shelves and wow ... did he have stuff stuffed in drawers. And WOW ... did he have stuff ALL OVER THE FLOOR. That man is an absolute ... well, never mind. And I won't even tell you about all of the dust ...
So, I packed. And I packed. And packed. FOUR HOURS LATER, everything was packed.
And you know what Rick said (after the new floor was laid and he could go back into his office)?
"Why did you pack up my remotes?"
"Why did you pack up all of the batteries?"
"You know, I needed those papers you packed."
"Where on earth did you put my pens?"
My favorite .... "How come you packed up all of my Gilligan's Island DVDs??
Sorry, Rick ... even Gilligan had to go. The floor could not wait for the Skipper and his Little Buddy.
Rick swore at me (in his head) and told me where to go (still only in his head.) He smiled on the outside but I could read his mind.
Rick no longer wanted to move if Gilligan couldn't come with us.