Friday, February 27, 2009
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.