So, I think I may need a new back. Yesterday was spent getting ready for today's new living room furniture and that involved moving everything in this apartment. Mark did all the heaviest lifting but it was necessary that I help and oh lordy..help my back. In the late afternoon, my youngest came to take all of my old furniture to it's new home in his apartment, and once again, there were only two of them and miles to cover, so I felt I had to help. Why apartment complexes feel a need to use staircases that turn a complete one-eighty (his) is beyond me, but it sure makes for an ordeal when moving a huge double reclining sofa. UGH. One thing I know for sure, that little shit of mine is tough. He can yell like an Indian and get things MOVED.
I am excited to get the new stuff in here....and to get my home back the way it should be. At this moment, there is nothing in my main living area, other than a tv and speakers. My kitties are sure that we are moving again, they are so nervous, I feel bad.This morning I have to get the floor cleaned---since it's empty, now is the opportune time. My back has different idea's, however.
Janelle was rear-ended on her way to work yesterday. She was driving her boyfriends truck, because we needed it to move the furniture---and of course, it was the first time she ever used it. (There is no damage to it, however---but the car that hit her sure was messed up, Thank goodness for Big Ford Bumpers) Her neck is really messed up, so she will be off of work for the next few days. Today, she and I have a job to do...this was the day that was supposed to be her due date...she was supposed to have a baby today. So, we are going to commemorate the day with balloons and a bear tied to them, release them to the heavens...my idea---yes, I know it's lame but I believe that proactive doing is better than reactive crying. Then, we are going to go shop for red accents for my new living room.
Have a wonderful Friday. :)