Drove a U-Haul for the first time today. Made me feel like a lesbian on the third date.
I find it remarkable that I managed to live this long without ever having driven a rig, but I'm a haphazard and inattentive driver, so I'm usually the Designated Passenger.
On the plus side, I got to skip the gym because I did the Moving-Your-Mother-From-One-Second-Floor-Apartment-to-Another Workout.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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Hmm, I was always told it was the second date...but then, I came late to the party.
Love the link! Scandalous you!
And congratulations on being a good son. Our oldest has refused to ever help move again. But we've still got the younger one to shanghai. Well, we would if he wasn't living in Denver with his older brother, being taught things we don't even wanna think about!
Anyway, well done!
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