It's clear all you Haydurs are looking for ANY reason to hate on our Dear Lady. Where are the good thoughts, positive vibes, thoughtful words of encouragement? But no fear, she's got this. Her alarm will trill at 0600 tomorrow & she'll bound gaily out of the sack & into the shower where she'll quickly deal with her daily ablutions while harmonizing with Celine. A small, balanced & nutritious breakfast will follow & while eating, she'll review her "Moving Day" list. She needn't bother - this is Chantal. We KNOW she didn't forget one single, itty, bitty thing.
She'll beam at Bibi, chirping: "Good morning!" while scooping up the cats & placing them in cat carriers in a quiet room. She'll then effortlessly move her boxes of stuff to the car & drive through quiet roads to her new digs where the landlord will be waiting with the keys. She'll be so efficient, she'll get her things moved in in no time & drive over to Peetz's place to help him with his things.
Shortly after a healthy lunch of chicken salad with a selection of fresh fruit for dessert, the new furniture will arrive & in no time, will be placed in the positions she'd already worked out. They'll send the afternoon excitedly unpacking & placing all their stuff & she'll take a break only to make a nourishing vegetable stew to be accompanied by a small loaf of local, artisan bread - carefully curated by the gret new food shoppe right around the corner.
Animated by a productive day, she'll freshen up with a shower, then film a tour of her luxurious new space. We won't be able to help but be left awed & envious at how marvellously she handled the whole thing. This will generate many requests by stressed out folk desperately needing her help with life planning.
Holy shit - I KNEW that joint had a higher THC content than I remembered...