Moving Help

I helped my brother move today, and my body is feeling it.  For whatever reason, I also decided to go for a jog today (the first time in over a month), and that was the worst idea ever.  We left all of the light stuff for him and his wife.  My job was to come and move everything heavy into storage.  I just downed about 8 tylenol. 

When you move, you dig up all kinds of crazy stuff.  Besided the cat hair that was choking me to death, we found Ben 10 toys, baseball cards, old love letters, military rings, and other stuff.  As I have grown, I've learned to throw more and more junk away because I hate dealing with it on moving day. 

We had a pretty successful time with it.  The hardest thing I think was his big glass table, because if you slipped you were screwed, and the sweat was making it really hard to grip.  I'm just trying to recover now, taking it easy, and chillin.  Next time I move, he'll get to repay the favor.