Oh no...AGAIN with the boxes?

Uh oh, why are Thelma and Louise bringing home bundles of flattened cardboard boxes into the house? As if it wasn't cramped enough in here already. Now we're surrounded by dozens of boxes, rolls of tape and that plastic, bubbly stuff in sheets that pops when I walk across it (I hate that). Last time they brought all this crap home, they packed everything we owned and we moved out of that tiny little brownstone apartment we used to live in into this much bigger brownstone w/the little round-headed kid on the first floor who stares at me. She's nice enough and she tried to share her ice cream cone with me once, so I can't knock her. Except she stares.