I bought my bed, hauled it from IKEA, dragged it up my stairs and put it together myself almost two years ago.

I never had a problem.

The damn movers dinged it while taking it apart and putting it back together.

Then, at oh, say, 3AM, our bed broke. It appears that two of the supports snapped.

And no, we were not having sex, thank you very much.

GODDAMN MOVERS!

We moved boxes and small stuff yesterday.. good friends, five cars, two trips and the entire kitchen was unpacked by five.

Then there was today.

Today was the worst. Our movers? Assholes, and also, one didn’t speak any English, compared to the other two who spoke spotty English.

Let’s see: they dinged two things, overcharged me by two hours (I have a complaint filed… I might have mentioned the BBB, but according to Chop, should have mentioned INS), smelled so bad I had to open all the windows and so just in general, FUCK.

Right now we’re attempting to maneuver furniture into place (the Chop hurt his back) and just generally trying to chill out.

I’ll post pictures.. the house is amazing. 🙂

Also, I promise to start posting more since I’m going to be less stressed. 🙂

Sooo.. this week in a nutshell.

Packing = ugh.
Work = ugh.
Calling utility bastards companies = triple ugh.
Work = motherf**king ugh.

We get the keys Thursday, plan to move boxes and light stuff Friday and the movers come Saturday.

And so, the silence of the blog has continued.

My deepest apologies, truly.