Moving.

For the past few weeks my sister, dad and I have all been in a frenzy to pack up all of our things so we could move. Problem is, my dad and sister both collect magazines, which are hella heavy when you're carrying box after box of them. And then we have oversized furnature, and we have to climb a flight of stairs to get to our new apartment. You never realize how much crap you have until you have to move it all in a short period of time.

On top of that, a lot of things that haven't been moved in ages kick up dust, and when you happen to be the most sensitive person in your family when it comes to allergies it's utter hell. When the chance came to babysit my neice instead of moving shit I jumped at it, since my sister didn't want to. Anything is better than having the urge to shove wads of toilet paper in your nose to plug the waterfall for a short while.

Moral of the story: Moving sucks. Avoid it at all costs.

Man...My sister has like...10x more clothing than I do, too. It's almost sad. (and at the request of my neice: )


/bitching

Jessifer, I have moved 8 times and am moving again in a month. It's not that bad, it was the first time, but now I have practice... plus all my moves have been around Cincinnati.