move it, move it...

Since moving has now taken over my life both at work and at home, I've had this song in my head.




I don't actually like to move it, as it turns out, but it's always helpful to stay positive when life throws you transition times. Isn't that such a great phrase? Transition times? As in, I don't really know what the hell is going to happen in two days, wait, actually in two minutes, but what the heck....Grandpa said today his plans never work out the way he expects, and this was comforting to me since he generally appears to know what he's doing.


Kudos to Dad, Dale, Floyd, Mom, Rachel, and Siri for helping move large inanimate objects today. Esp. Dale and Dad for the couch.