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Down To One Day

Sometimes, I look at this living room and ask myself just what the hell have you accomplished this week? Of course my back shoves it's two cents in and and not so gently reminds me that HELLO? You only sorted through 20+ boxes, moved a couch, a chair, more boxes and made many, many, many trips up and down all the stairs in this house. Bite me StairMaster, I don't need you.

The brothers in law (brother in laws? BILs? BsIL? Gah!) were a huge help tonight moving the exercise bike and elliptical machine downstairs and moving the comfy chair up to the former's former home. Well, that last sentence confused the shit out of me. You? Ok. Moving on.

The in law 'rental units come home Sat afternoon. You know what that makes tomorrow right? Aww yeah! Cleaning up day! WOOHOO! Swiffers will be used liberally. Washing machines will be going. Dryers? You won't be left out. Oh and sweet vacuum? Have no fear. I will use you so much that you'll need a vacation.

I can't wait to wake up tomorrow.


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