Saturday, May 24, 2008

there and back again...

i'm sitting here watching the celtics get absolutely mugged by the pistons (the pistons have cut a twenty-four point lead down to nine), with my feet on the coffee table. i am pooped.

why, you ask? well...
  • yesterday i drove from dallas to wellington (apx 4.5 hours). here i collected my MVP parents.
  • we then got up at 5:45 AM and drove back to dallas (another 4.5 hours)
  • where we picked up a moving truck.
  • we then loaded said moving truck with the contents of my SECOND floor apartment. it was shockingly hot and humid and we almost died (only a slight exaggeration). (apx 2.5 hours)
  • we grabbed a quick sandwich from subway (30 mins)
  • and proceeded to make the return trip to wellington (apx 5.5 hours - frequent stops were required on this trip as my dad and i both were partially comatose)
needless to say, no one was interested in unloading tonight (my stuff's going back into storage). my dad said the only thing he was lifting tonight was a frosty shiner bock. which leaves me here, watching basketball, with my very tired feet up. homeless once again.

i already miss my kitchen.

oh, and the pistons lost by fourteen.


Amy said...

Oh, my dear, that sounds like a truly exhausting, weekend. I hope in addition to your feet being up, you also find a frosty one in your hand. Hang in there, friend.

Katie Lady said...

Yeah, I wouldn't want to lift anything else, either.

Are you moving back to the big city of wellington? How did I miss that?