[Update: I just realized that this is my 700th post. Yay?]
Greetings, Stuph Maphia™, I’m blogging from my new home at the convenience of my much-missed 24″ monitor. Oh how I missed thee.
Anyhow, Operation: Move My Shit From Two Different Places Into One Single Place has been completed. There were many bumps in the road however.
It all started on Friday, when my youngest brother backed out of helping me for reasons I won’t discuss here. So it was me all by my lonesome. I made multiple trips and moved all of my boxes, leaving all of my big stuph for the next day when I would have help from my dad, Revis, and Revis’ wife.
With an army (or at least it seemed like it) at my disposal on Saturday we were able to empty the storage unit. We then headed to my in-laws house and packed up all my shit there into a truck and an SUV. We got it all home safe and sound.
Yesterday we spent the majority of the day unpacking. Once we were finished and had the house at least presentable, we had to run to the store for necessities.
I needed to pick up towels, waste baskets, batteries, silverware, hand soap, laundry detergent, dryer vent hose, and, of course, groceries. The dryer vent hose would be the bane of my evening.
After we returned home I busied the boys with putting the groceries away while I went to hook up with washer and dryer. When I went to connect the vent hose to the dryer I found out that it was too short. Great.
So I made a trip back up to Wal-Mart to exchange it for a longer hose. In this particular case, size actually mattered. No motion in the ocean was going to connect this hose.
I exchanged the hose and returned home. Again. I connected it and tightened the clamps. Some time later the washer finished its first load and I went to go throw it in the dryer…only to find the dryer vent hose from my old house in there.
So that was my illustrious weekend of moving. I’m sure you’re all green with jealousy that your weekend sucked in comparison. How are you guys doing?