One time, I ran a marathon. And the day after, I was probably the most sore I had ever been in my life.
Today, I would give anything to be only as sore as that.
SMH and I just moved ourselves to *a new house*. Yep, just me, him and a moving van. And a hell of a lot of stuff. I really don't recommend this. (Of course, I also don't recommend hiring Ma and Pa Kettle, er, I mean Berger/Allied movers, to help transport your stuff—which is what we did for our move out West.)
Oh, sweet Jesus, it is really difficult to move without the help of friends and family. And even though Ma and Pa Kettle sent us spiraling into insanity last October, I would have gladly accepted their help today.
I guess I haven't really said anything about the new house, have I? We are wildly excited to have found a sweet new home, but at the moment, I can't write anymore. Every single fiber of me hurts...even my fingertips...and I am obscenely tired.
So, I'll fill you in later.
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