Just as I suspected, those movers swarmed into our house and made quick work of packing up our things. I now know why we never had any big get-togethers at this house... Any more than three people in any given room is way too many.
When you've got 5 people trying to haul away furniture and pack endless boxes, and then another 5 people just standing around being thankful that they don't have to do any real hard labor... that's chaos. Pure and simple.
When they showed up, they said they hoped to get us out of there in one day. One day?! Well dang! Guess I should hurry up and finish baking these cookies to use up butter. And our final laundry loads should probably be done sooner than later! One day?! Aaaahhhhh.
I think they would have done it too, had it not been for basic algebra. Here's how I see it:

1 half loaded moving truck + 1 TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR =

Sunk up to the axle in good old Virginia mud. :o)

Add to this the fact that when the downpour hit, one of the movers fell and hurt his ankle on one of the loading ramps. So the movers called it a day at about 5:30pm and are supposedly sending a wrecker over today to pull the truck out of the mud and finish the packing.

Breaking News: They're here! Yay!

For your additional viewing pleasure, here's a picture of Alicia helping Daddy install the bathroom flooring. She's checking to make sure it's level. :o)