Moving, in my opinion, is the definition of a labor of love. And this round was quite the adventure. I didn't take any pictures, and boy am I kicking myself, because there were some priceless images. It was a 3-man crew consisting of myself, Carlyn, and our friend Matt. We are available for hire. We successfully maneuvered a couch through the narrowest of doorways/hallways, a set of box springs through a tiny stairwell, and carried a 200 lb. mattress on our heads. And managed to only lose 1 glass table in the process. All in record time.
And I am pretty excited about the return of the biscuit. The biscuit is the name Carlyn gave her bed
On that blasphemous note, I will leave you with a picture of Sadie enjoying the comforts of the palette:
1 comment:
Haha! Lovely. But get the history of the biscuit right before you blog about it-I grew up calling it that because my dad's friend in college called his bed the biscuit. Not a good decision on my part to read the blog at work after lunch...the pic of the palette and talk of the biscuit is torturous...oh to be Sadie right now.
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