Folks,

Moving.

Good. God. Damn.

So, as you might imagine, the fact that Ladybetrothed Sarah and I chose to move on a 90 degree day with 90% humidity has not changed my initial stance that moving sucks. I sweated my ass right off my body, through a sluice grate and down on into the sewer. I will never see that ass again.

Luckily, the move was made much easier with the help of Sarah's pals Rebecca and Chris and their daughter Andy. Andy is three and not only will kick your ass at Blue's Clues trivia but was also more than a little perturbed that I didn't know the name of Dora the Explorer's monkey. (It's Boots) Newly married Pedro Y also helped out and was so charmed by Andy that he seemed not to notice that he had lost 18 pounds carrying furniture that he did not own.

Anyway, following all the moving the whole crew settled in for pizza and beer or, in some cases...er...cough, pizza and diet coke. Yeah life!

After the gorging, LS and I drove to the south shore to return her dad's pickup and pick up my bike. Like the smart man I am, I brought the key to the ignition of said bike, but found out right as I was ready to mount up that I did not in fact have the key to the rear wheel lock. Good. God. Damn.

And so the pickup of Mr. Bumbles was delayed a day. I'm happy to report that I did manage to finagle a ride to get him yesterday and that while I was at LS's house her mom made me a grilled ham and cheese sandwich and it was heaven.