I hate moving....

I hate moving. I really do. I hate packing and unpacking. I hate trying to figure out where to put things. And I hate the stress that it causes. It has to be one of the worst things that can happen to someone. I should be used to it, I have moved about ten times since we've been married (5 years). So, we moved on Saturday. I really think that we chose the worst day to move. It snowed about 4in the night before. Some of you might say: "4 inches, big deal that's not bad" Well down here in good ol' Evansville it is. There really not used to having snow, so when it does snow it is a nightmare.

See this, this is a gouge that my dear lovely husband (piece of crap) put in my antique piano.

Karma's a butt. Brian scratched his floor while moving the paino in.

I hate moving....

So we moved on Saturday. I think that we really chose the worst possible day to do it.

So we moved in on Saturday. We chose the worst day to move, it snowed about 4 in the night before. Some of you might think that 4in of snow isn't a big deal. I don't think that it is, but down here in good ol' Evansville 4in of snow is a nightmare. So, with that being said it made the move interesting......