I feel as though I could conquer a small, totalitarian government.
That’s the strength I’ve received from Skye and Lindsey’s recent move.
First there was the painting.
Then, well, there was more painting.
(And a little help from a sledgehammer and axe.)
And you might have thought our moving surprises were over.
You’d be wrong.
‘Cause you clearly haven’t considered the surprise inherent in discovering…
That the kitchen isn’t packed.
Though that does mean there’s plenty of alcohol within easy reach, so there are upsides.
That the two guys able to move the heavy furniture are bailing.
And one of them is seriously considering setting the filled truck on fire.
That while we were all busy with moving, Anna’s car was busing trying to commit suicide.
I hope nobody I know moves for at least another few months.
‘Cause I’m just not sure how many more surprises I can take.
I hope my new totalitarian regime has universal health care
Because carrying all those boxes really isn’t good for the back,
MeganThe Dreadful Surprises of Moving