This weekend, I helped a friend move. And she declared we should have a “blog off” about the experience. I’m not really sure what that means. How do you judge who wins a blog off? But anyway, here’s the moving story, in haiku format. ‘Cause that’s how I roll.
Saquajawea
Led us on our U-Haul truck
We’re lost without you
Packing a U-Haul
Kinda like playing tetris
With heavy boxes
When moving couches
Remember to lift with legs
Hernias hurt bad
Warm beer is nasty
So remember this lesson
Leave out some ice please
Look like a great friend
By scrubbing the bathroom floor
Avoiding real work
Driving the U-Haul
Is not for the faint of heart
Good thing I’m riding
Helping friends is good
But now I can’t lift my arms
It was worth it though
The warm beer WAS nasty, but I think Saquajawea would have drank with no complaints. She spent the whole day out in the scretching sun. Poor girl.
You looked like a poor she-slave in the bathroom. Do I owe you part of my deposit? Probably.
I got the saying backwards…all day long I was lifting with my back (not my legs). I’ve never felt such back pain.
I’ll get my blog rolled out when Qwest decides they can give me service again…grrrr, snap, snap. Then we can have the world vote (all 6 people of “the world”)
You’re beautiful, friend. THANK YOU!!