Sunday, May 25, 2008

Why do the fates hate me so?

Couldn't my boyfriend have stayed with me until after this torturous hell of moving apartments and having so many boxes to lift?

6 comments:

CoffeeDog said...

Oh I hate moving! My sympathies are with you!

Sunshine & Kitten Farts said...

OMG, I'm laughing my ass off. I know exactly what you're talking about.

Start drinking. It makes it suck less.

Snooze said...

CD: Yes, the process is the worst

SKF: Good grief - if I started drinking I'd never get packed.

Inexplicable DeVice said...

I really want to say something reassuring, yet witty, but every time I see Sunshine & Kitten Farts I lose the plot.

* snnnrk snigger *

Kitten farts...

Stewie said...

lol. Here's a conversation the ex and I had when she moved out of (what was to become) my house.

"I'm moving this weekend."

"Huh."

"Can you help?"

"I'll hold the door."

She was pretty pissed. Three of her male friends helped her move out while I watched TV. I got the dirty eye from her the entire time.

One of the guys helping said to me (when she wasn't around), "I don't blame you, man. And I have to admire that you are even here. Like you are rubbing it in."

"I don't want my shit broken. There's nothing to rub in."

"True that."

lol.

That was a fun day.

NOT THAT YOU DESERVED THAT, OF COURSE.

katrocket said...

I hope everything went well with the move...