So I moved!!!(More on this later.)
Thanks to some great friends we were able to get everything from the old house all the way (.68 miles) to the new house. I am so lucky and grateful for how awesome everyone has been to us.
Not really surprising though. Based on my level of awesome one could only assume that everyone who would associate with me would be similarly awesome.
Two and a half days of back breaking labor where the only sustenance provided was pizza and beer.
Pizza and Beer you say? I've worked for less? I hear that. But this wasn't Brooklyn pizza. This was North Carolina pizza and although the South has a lot of culinary brilliance to offer pizza isn't one of them.
Back to the subject at hand though.
So as we moved every thing to the new house one wonderful person made sure there was toilet paper in all the bathrooms. She's a detail kind of person and no one wants to worry about if there is TP after carrying my ridiculously large green chair up a flight of stairs.
I was thankful to have so many people helping right up until I had to use the bathroom myself.
I had let her get in close, trusted her, shared my home with her. All the while she was just waiting to set the world on fire. Now I'm in deep and I don't know how to get out.
I need help.
I can't continue to pretend that this okay. I can't keep quiet and just ignore it. Someone has to speak up!!!!
PS Obviously this is sarcasm. To all of my wonderful friends who helped me this past weekend I say thank you a thousand times over. You are truly awesome!
PPS If that door makes you wonder if it's bigger on the inside you are my people.