Monday, April 10, 2006
My back is going to hurt
Mike and I just lugged a 8 million pound treadmill up 3 flights of stairs to our apartment. Now mind you 2 (count them 2) people asked if we wanted help, and Mike said "no we're fine". Um, yeah. About that. I'm a girl, and I don't necessarily want to carry the weight of an elephant up 3 flights of stairs. Not to mention, when Mike moves things he gets crabby and starts using really big 7 syllable words that I can't even spell, nor do I have a clue as to what they mean. Nonetheless, I now have a beautiful new treadmill in my apartment to use!
1 comment:
when i was at my sister's a few weeks ago they had my dream set up. a 36" tv hanging from the ceiling right in front of a tread mill.
Ps - couldn't you have it delivered?
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