A Moving Story
I’m not joking when I say that I hate moving with a passion. It’s a running joke in my house that I’m just unbearable for the weeks leading up to and after a move; Paul has on many occasions threatened to send me away while he deals with it.
It all started in 2006….
Editor’s Note: Sadly this post was funnier with pictures, but they’ve since been lost to the fickleness of the internet and bad harddrives (because I was a chump and not using Flickr back then). I’m still trying to find old copies to put back in. Part 2 of the story is here. Part 3 of […]
Part 1 of the story is here. Part 3 of the story is here. Apparently Destiny didn’t put up much of a fight or the colander on Jeff’s head had some extra-ordinary properties that gave him an edge in battle. +1 vs one of the Endless? Either way we ended up being doomed to pack […]
Part 1 of the story is here. Part 2 of the story is here. So the stage was set. Steak? Check. Booze? Check. Friends? Check. Lots of shit needing to be unpacked? Check. I was forgetting something… Oh right. I didn’t own a grill. Grill/groceries/booze and two hours later we were ready. Park and Michelle […]