Backrubs please
Highlights of the 28+ hours that will forever be known as HELL (ie: the worst apartment move. ever) include the following:
1. “Pivot…PIV-OT”
2. “Hahahahahahahaha” - Me laughing at Bill, as he walks across the lawn with the king-sized mattress atop his back. Not helping was my unsteady hand (due to the laughing), which was supposed to be ‘guiding’. This was all necessitated of course because I insisted that we (Bill) carry the ‘fucking-mattress’ (as it will now, and forever, be referred to) without it touching the grass. Later I stepped in dog shit. lovely day.
Actually, I can’t think of any other highlights. Lowlights, yes. I swore like a trucker today. I laughed probably more than I lifted (Sorry Bill). We both have bruises in odd places and hopefully we will look back fondly on this day, years from now, and say “Hey remember when you carried that huge fucking mattress on your back and I laughed my ass off? haha”
I love you Bill. Thank you for helping me move!
(it goes without saying that I will accept backrubs, but will also have to find someone to rub Bill’s back as well.)
