Such style. So sweat.
Last night ;(
Take it from someone who knows. MOVING SUCKS SO BAD.
I mean, really. It's hot and sweaty and so repetitive and it takes forever with the back and forth and packing and unpacking. Don't even get me started on the cleaning.
After three entirely full days of the above, I was left with various anonymous bruises plus one on my back when Mimi's hatchback door fell on me, ruined nails, dusty lungs, three ingested donuts, and no mental competence.
I would say that yelling at my car is an example, but that kind of thing happens all the time. (She seriously let her trunk door fall and it hurt. You would have yelled at her, too.)
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