You know you're moving when...
1. You wake up at 6:30 on Friday and instead of making your bed (and some coffee) you disassemble your bed and make hot water with soymilk.
2. You have a ton of cargo an have left very little behind, but still can't find your purse.
3. Your friends start calling you "slave driver"
3a. Ok that didn't really happen, but Erik, Sam and Jeff really showed their mettle today and it was mighty, but not a hint of complaint.
4. You think that $40 for 2 pizzas and some soft drinks is reasonable because it was delivered.
5. You have a bruise the size of Texas developing in at least one part of your body.
6. You feel the urge to christen things.
7. You know exactly where the allen wrench is no matter what.
8. You get the feeling that U-Haul just might be out to get you.
9. You have to put a diaper on a truck to keep it from leaking on your futon (ok, maybe that's a stretch, but we have to get to 10, so bear with me)
10. The weather absolutely does NOT cooperate.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Phew!
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2 comments:
I'm glad to hear the move occurred with the usual drama. It wouldn't be a proper move without it. And you got Erik to help you on the day before he leaves? You are one lucky lady. Congratulations on the new place!! Send me the address so I can send you a housewarming gift.
What's your dad doing these days? He has moved a few times too, you know. Why didn't he help you?
Has anyone mentioned lately how cool you dad thinks you are? How much he loves you mostly just because of who you turned out to be? I heard him sort of bragging about you, and your sister, especially her poetry, the other day. Do both of you know?
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