A Surprisingly Sane Blog

Head Mover: Is the fridge staying?

Me: Yes.

Head Mover: Cool.

Me: But you probably don’t want to open it, anyway.  There’s a placenta in the freezer.  (I couldn’t resist.)

Head Mover: (Stops dead in his tracks and doesn’t say anything.  Grabs nearest stack of boxes.)

Me: Crap, are you going to puke?

Head Mover: (Silence)

Me: Oh my gosh, did I just totally freak you out?

Head Mover: Nah, that’s cool.

(Awkward silence.  I shove my foot down my throat and gag myself.)

Head Mover: Yeah.  I think that’s the weirdest think I’ve ever heard of someone having.  (Laughs)

Me: Score!

Great, I just traumatized that guy for life.

Current Mood: Cool

So the movers are here and they’re way cooler than I thought they’d be.

You know what I said to the head guy?

“Yeah, so there’s a big box of sex toys on the bed that you’ll probably want to steer clear of… and a whole bunch of playboys on my husband’s nightstand.”

Oh, come on.  You saw that coming.  How on earth was I going to be able to go the whole day without blabbing that?

They were cool.  He just laughed and assured me they’ve seen way worse.

I don’t know if they peeked… there were too many boxes surrounding them for me to spy.

Should I ask if they did?

Current Mood: Happy