Mooove...Get Out Da Way.

I woke up at 5:00 am on my day off yesterday.  On purpose.

 Totally worth it.

 I took Wilberforce's truck for the day to help a friend move into her new townhouse.  Just the two of us girls loaded all of her possessions (minus the furniture, of course) into my truck and her car, moved them to the neighboring town, and unloaded them.  Did I mention her townhouse has two flights of stairs to the main living area?  Which is, of course, where we needed to bring all the boxes.

Hello, cardio workout for the day.

I shall never load a moving truck if there is a male within a four block radius again.  My friend and I loaded everything quickly and efficiently.  We packed that truck bed like professionals.  It's so easy to fit all the puzzle pieces together when you don't have a guy around, throwing boxes all willy-nilly into the truck, in a hurry to get the moving done so he can go watch the football game.  Or hockey game.  Or shuffle board championship.

Peaceful.  Stress free.  Ahhh...moving day.

Kinda like the Rockies at sunrise.  Peaceful.  Stress-free.

Ahhh...