We’re getting ready to move now, this will be my fifth in the last 3 years? Of all things we must do in our lives, I must say that moving has to be the #1 biggest pain in the butt. Perhaps hiding a hooker’s body would rank higher, but I can’t evaluate that till I cross that bridge.

This time we opted to give UHaul the finger and hired a moving company. I’m unsure of exactly what this process is going to entail. I keep imagining it as if I just have 3 mexican friends I haven’t seen in a long time (read: ever) coming over to help, and I’ll still be doing all the work. Which I’m sure won’t be the case. The optimistic delusion in me imagines it with me standing against the wall drinking a corona and nodding approvingly at the process. So I guess it will be somewhere in between those two extremes.

It is odd though, because for some reason I feel that if an object isn’t inside a cardboard box, it is invisible to the movers and thus impossible to be picked up by them and carried. I was rooting through a half empty closet and found several 4′ tubes of wrapping paper. I yelled out, worriedly, “Lauren these aren’t going to fit in any of our boxes!”

She said, “Do they fit through the front door? I think we’ll be okay.”