Can't get away from it

I'm taking a break from packing to enjoy (yet another) lovely snack. Sincerely, no one warned me just how food-coo-coo you get when you're preggers. Gimme a snack or I will rip off your arm and get the plum sauce. Sincerely.

But yes--I'm packing boxes. It's like making a puzzle, where every piece should intertwine with the next without a gap. No empty corners, just tight little boxes and lots of packing tape and a neat stack in the corner. And, marker in hand, I pop the cap and pause. Nic nacks? Knick knacks? Nik-naks?

So I load up the laptop and look it up.

Ay-ay-ay.