Sunday, February 25, 2007

Doughnuts + alpha people + truck fighting = moving day!

We moved a couple friends from their separate old homes into their new together home this morning. Has that, in the history of homes, ever gone well? Well, first, at 10 a.m. on a Sunday, we came upon this:


Oh. Kay. I'm happy to say no one was injured, though the biggest danger of injury was not from the pitbull, but from having so many people together, trying to do good after having rolled out of bed. Here's how the rest of the day went:



"Is that the pit bull? He's not such a mean dog!"


And then, "Lauren, get down from there RIGHT NOW."

And then a lot of consternation, which I couldn't in good conscience document, as I fomented much of it.

But finally this point came.



And then we were in the new house, getting stranded on new carpet islands. And everything was fine. It was one of those days during which you don't see a light at the end of the tunnel, and then you get to the end and bump your head on the door and realize it was closed all along. I'm glad our part of it is over. Good luck to you, unpacking moved friends!

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