August 28, 2006
Worst New Neighbors Ever: Part I
Well, my darling pets, I may be uttering my last words sooner than I thought. I helped Heather and her fiance move on Saturday, and as a result, I myself cannot move.
We started out the move amiably enough with donuts and Coke. Breakfast of champions. But the morning quickly digressed with a car accident. Namely, Heather's Brother tearing the front bumper off a parked car when he tried to park the rental truck at the new apartment. Eep. Not good.
But the car's owner was very cool about it. And quite adorable. And braless. Bonus!
I, on the other hand, was one sweaty mess. My teeth were sweating. My fingernails were sweating. Heather and I had used some bags of her various female sanitary products to prop-up some plants in the back seat of my SUV. Upon unpacking my car, I briefly entertained the idea of shoving a few down my pants to soak up some of the asscrack sweat. But I'm pretty sure I would have needed a spatula to unstick my jeans from my sweaty body, and I didn't know which box the spatulas were packed in.
When the truck was emptied of all Heather's crap, er... I mean, belongings, the rest of the crew went to pick up Heather's Fiance's stuff, while Heather's Mom and I were assigned the grueling task of sitting around to wait for the cable guy and mattress delivery guys.
So, while the apartment's residents were out sweating off various body parts, Heather's Mom and I started making Executive Decisions.
Liiiiiiiike, we didn't put the bed against the wall opposite the bedroom door, as Heather had directed. We centered it between the two windows. And we created a couple nightstands out of bamboo boxes or something. And we made the bed, as we saw fit.
And then, being the obsessive-compulsive control-freaks that we are, we started jonesing for things to organize. Unpack the books onto the shelves? No, we didn't know where they wanted the shelves. Set up Heather's desk? We didn't know where the screwdriver was.
Okay, this is getting too long and the afternoon, too short. To be continued...
Comments
Thank you both for making the bed. It looked incredible.
Thank you both for helping us move as well. We couldn't have done it without you.
You rock Pirate Wench, you rock hard...mmm hard...
Posted by: Mord at August 29, 2006 01:48 PM