Coding System

“What’s TMAS?” Ron asks me.

We’re unpacking moving boxes and he’s trying to decipher my coding system (I was in charge of marking boxes when we were packing the other week).

A Bunch of Silly Work, I wrote on the box full of bills and paper files.

A Big Ol’ Pile of Crap, I wrote on the box that held a number of useless trinkets.

Happy Happy Happy, I wrote on the box that contained my favorite books.

The movers weren’t amused. “What room do you want us to put ‘Stuff, Stuff, and More Stuff?’” they asked, exasperated.

Stuff = stuffing = pillows, sheets, and blankets. The master bedroom, but I told them they could pile all the boxes in the living room and I’d unpack from there.

“TMAS is Christmas ornaments,” I tell Ron. “You know how people write an X instead of the word Christ? That bugs me.”

“So you use a T instead?” he says, confused.

“That’s a cross,” I say.

I guess I’m the only one who gets my coding system.