We helped a friend move last weekend.
Because… yes.
Moving is hard work.
There’s lots of stuff to pack…
Lots of stuff to lift…
And lots of stuff to push across homemade scrap wood ramps.
What do you mean that’s not how professionals do it?
The silly thing weighed a ton and it got there.
Do we really care how?
No. We do not…
What we do care about is finding random body parts.
Tell me you saw it.
In the picture with my husband carrying the bright blue garden bench? Go back and look, I’ll wait.
……
……
……
A random leg.
And it wasn’t the only one.
The damned things were popping up everywhere.
Bizarre?
A wee bit.
But some of our friends are as well, so it’s to be expected….
It got to be a running joke about where they’d turn up….
So at the end of the day when we were relaxing with beer and bowls of chili?
Naturally we needed a centerpiece.
And P.S….
Just for the record –
As much as I wanted to move their 442 Olds right into my garage at home?
I restrained myself from stealing the keys when they weren’t looking.
That my dear, is the very definition of friendship.
THAT is a sweet car!
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It was an absolute wreck… junk yard bound before my girlfriend’s husband restored it and gave it to her as a birthday present. Now they’re divorcing and fighting over custody. No children… just the 442.
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I hope the loser gets visitation rights…
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I saw the leg…and there is a stick with a hand on the end too.
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Ha! Bonus points for you.. I forgot about that one.
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LOL……No one but me drives mine. So it may get interesting when I have to move.
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Oh that car, I would have taken the car, yep no doubt about it the car……lol
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It was tempting.
And it just sat there… taunting us.
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You definitely want to stay on the good side of those friends. Just sayin’.
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Hence the help with moving.
I wasn’t born yesterday..
😉
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Do you even have room in your garage?
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No. But for that car I’d make the husband park his in the driveway…
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“C’mon, now . . . shake a leg!”
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*groaning*
😉
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You mean there is room in your garage for a car??? I thought Fred ran out of room in the barn and confiscated the garage for his ‘collections’?
I NEVER want to move again! (But since you like helping people to move if I have to move I’ll give you my new address, check into a hotel and tell you where I want everything in the new place and give you a week to do it. Don’t worry–I’ll pay my hotel bill and–this will make it worthwhile–buy you a 46 ounce Margarita at Tequila Sunrise restaurant!)
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Oh heck no, there’s barely room for our cars as it is. But a girl can dream…
And if you think I’m coming down to sweat drenched Florida to help you move? There’d better be more than one margarita on the table. No matter the size!
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OMG, Young Doogie Howser! I had THE biggest crush on him in my young years. Like absolutely madly in love with the guy. I was so jealous of the episode where he went on a date with a girl and her appendix ended up bursting and he had to operate on her. I desperately wanted to be the girl, lol. Ah, young love. How did he manage to get more handsome with age and I just got… age.
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I admit to never having watched it, so I don’t have a clue.
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Lol, it’s probably for the best. It was just one of those cheesy 80s tv shows.
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I haven’t been keeping up (life has been very difficult). Where are you moving too? How about sending me an email?
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Hey stranger!
We’re not moving… we were helping friends move.
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Okay! It sort of looked like your house. I didn’t think you’d give up paradise.
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Heck no. We’re here for the duration…
😉
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Hah! Legs everywhere! I don’t help people move. I am not awesome.
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It’s alright. We can’t all be…
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