Movin', Part 1
Spending my day loading all of Girlfriend's stuff into a Uhaul and trucking it a very short distance up the road to her brand, spankin' new apartment. The move... honestly... shouldn't be too bad. The biggest bonus? No carrying stuff up flights of stairs; she's moving into a ground-floor place. What still sucks? We have to get everything DOWN to the street from our current, 4th floor walk-up. Gravity will be our co-pilot, but running my chunky butt up and down three flights of stairs for an hour or two... well, let's just say the Vegas odds on my heart exploding in a greasy cloud of Cheez-It dust and brown gravy are very, very high. (haha, I'm fat!)
Anyway, pray to whatever magical deity you're down with that things go smoothly for us. Catch y'all on the flipside.
posted by Clinton at 7:22 AM
4 Comments:
Safe trip, Clinton! Hope all bodes well.
SA
Think of this as an opportunity waiting to be exploited. Sell tickets for the spectacle and use the money to buy yourself something nice to cover the giant hole in your chest.
Packing and moving is the worst, but what's worse than that is unpacking. Hopefully you can sneakily get out of that one! Perhaps you get a terrible terrible cold that leaves you bedridden? ;)
Blog a little, if you can steal a free wi-fi connection somewhere along the freeway.
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