Moving SUCKS

Yeah, I'm still excited about moving to a new house, but man, the actual moving part truly sucks ass. I'm sorry I haven't been a good bloggy friend the past couple of days, but ooh baby have we been busy!

Jimmy has worked like a friggin' machine the past two days. I was out yesterday running errands and getting my hair cut. When I returned home 3 hours later, he, his secretary and another guy from work had moved out EVERY piece of furniture in my house, sans kitchen and patio tables. Nothing was left. Not a bed, not a couch, nothing to sit on but a folding chair. Last night I slept on a blow-up bed that deflated. Twice.

Today Jimmy moved and unpacked stuff for another 10 hours or so, barely stopping to eat. I, on the other hand, have done almost nothing compared to him but I feel like I've been hit by a train. The last couple of times we moved, his employers have paid to have it professionally packed and shipped. Doing it yourself truly bites. Especially when half the guys in the neighborhood are sitting around drinking beer, watching you (Jimmy) haul shit back and forth for hours on end without offering any help.



I'd like to publicly thank Black Michelle, Ron and Linda for pitching in like they did. You guys rock!

Anyway, we're allowed to move into the house permanently any time we want, but first we have to get the electric turned over to our name. Anyway, I know this was short and incredibly boring, but I just wanted to let you all know why I've been so unusually quiet the past few days. I love and miss you guys so much already!