Moving day...YUCK!

You know what I say to moving...I say FUCK YOU MOVING.

I am serious.  We helped my sister move today and boy, did it suck ass.  I love her to pieces, but well planned, it was not.  A bunch of blue collar dudes showed up at like 7:30am with trailers and trucks and flatbeds...oh yeah and chew.  They moved fast...but only because they wanted to start drinking beer.  Oh yeah...it was hot.  Like over 100 degrees hot.  Absolutely miserable.

I tried to follow her thought process on the move....but I just couldn't make it happen.  I mean I get it.  I do.  My sister is a single mom, doing it on her own with NO support from le douche.  But she knew this was coming and I think the preparation or planning could have been a little better.  On the other hand, I am a total control freak and organizer and planner.  I've also moved A LOT.  (When I lived in San Francisco, I moved 7 times in eight years.)  So, if it were me, I probably would've been like the moving nazi.  But that is just me, and my sis is my sis...and I have to give credit where credit is due.  I love her so much, and she has done an amazing job with the shitty hand that life has dealt her in the past few years.  And although the moving part sucked, she is now in a wonderful house with her beautiful girls and their lovable, wacky dog.  It is a fresh start and I think that, in it's purest form, is awesome.