I said to my boyfriend last night that the next time I/we move, we’re paying someone to pack it all up and move it to the new place. Moving makes me so irritable and angry. Irritable because I’m not as strong lifting mattresses as my boyfriend, and angry because I don’t know where everything is because I’m a terrible organizer with everything I have. The sweat was pouring off of me, like literally. Let me tell ya, if you want the best weight loss supplement, move a friend’s house for them. It was an alright day for it. We waited for the rain to stop and also wanted to have a cargo van from U-haul but there wasn’t any available. So we got the 14 foot one for the same price anyway.
My bed fit fine down in the storage locker, and now everything is a total mess in the apartment. We’re leaving for BC on Thursday so it’s going to be a ruckas pretty much this whole week I’m sure.
I even missed my last game of Women’s outdoor soccer! Wah :(