Help Us Load the Truck!
OK, we’ve decided that maybe asking friends to help is our best option. I don’t have as much stuff as I had a year ago, and the couch will be out of here on Monday morning. Aaron and I figure we can load it ourselves pretty easily. If we had 2-3 helpers on Sunday, August 28th, we could probably get the entire truck loaded in about 2 hours. Any more than three will be overkill (we learned this when I moved from Bloomington).
Drop me a line if you’re interested in helping out:
Man, it was good. I feel HUGE! It’s much better for my weight that I get out of here. I’ve gained about 10 pounds since I arrived, and I fear that trend would continue. While I was waiting for her to run my credit card on my takeout order, I was looking at the Flyer. "ATTENTION ELVI," it said. Apperantly, if you dress like Elvis, you get free food at several local eateries. Very strange stuff. See, this is my first August here, so it’s my first Elvis Week. I didn’t know stuff like this happened. 
Eric came in right about then, and we chatted about how Elvis fans are dying off, and the people who make their living on all things Elvis are going to really hurt financially. How it’s this industry in Memphis. I guess that’s true. What a strange in
dustry indeed. So Eric was talking about how they’ll do anything to create younger Elvis fans. We also talked a little about Hustle and Flow, which I still haven’t seen. I know, I’m lame. On the way out, these two women in a car said, "Excuse me! What’s your tattoo?"The woman on the driver’s side said, "Is it a butterfly?" I told her that it wasn’t; it’s a sun. The woman on the passenger side by the curb said, "TOLD YOU!" I chatted with them a little while longer, then drove home, and that’s when all that inhaling stuff started.
