Bobby is the reason why I didn't have to do any heavy lifting last night.
At about seven o'clock last night, Bobby came over to our house, and he and Don (both, you'll note, sporting some lovely fraternity gear) proceeded to move pretty much all of our big furniture into the garage in preparation for this weekend.
Next step: all the boxes of books. Don has to repack them (we've been rummaging through them for books for the past year, never thinking we'd need to actually move the boxes til we unpacked -- silly us!), and then move them out to the garage. Then he has to move all his tools out of the dining room, and then we are sort of ready to go. Sort of.
All I know is that my job is to be at the donut store at 7 AM on Saturday so that there will be donuts when people start arriving. It's a very important job.
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Never underestimate the power of donuts! Or, our favorite non-morning favorite: sloppy joes in the crock pot!
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