Being a wagon

Yesterday was a long day. I moved in with my girlfriend, Bug. Well actually I moved in with Bug eleven months ago and have been on a perpetual eternal cycle of getting all of my things to her house.

Yesterday was bookshelf day. Bookshelves are very important because I am a book fiend and the cats are quickly taking out the towers that have stacked up on the floor.

The bookshelves were easily wheeled down to the truck because Bug is tetris girl and can make anything fit anywhere. I was in charge of the elevator and became an expert at the "ho-de-dow" game.

I realized that in ten years I would like to have a picture of the next part. After all the bookcases went into the truck we had to put all the actual shelves into it. Bug stacked them on the roller cart thing and then, for steering, I sat on them while she pulled me by the hand. We were on a second floor balcony and were doing all we could to steer using my arms. Aside from thinking about how ridiculous it would be to die falling off of a second story building while sitting on a bunch of wood planks, I realized that this was the most fun I had had in a while....sigh
I need to get out more.