Jun 10, 2008 13:44
When the moving company calls, saying they'll be there in 5 to 7 hours, and not only are you not packed, you're supposed to be at the airport to pick up your dad at the same time.
All the while, the guy's really happy, thinking he's doing me a favor by showing up a day early.
But I had left the kitchen for my father to pack because he's better at it. And now, not only do I have to do it, I'm doing it rushed and half-assed.
And I think I pulled a muscle in my back.
Pity me.
wah.