can't move

If I am going to survive to see the ripe old age of.. lets say 35, there are some things I must remember. When you see a cute kitten with soft fur and big eyes and I feel a deep desire to give that kitten a new home, make sure there are 2 of them. This hint can save you and whoever dares enter your dwelling from the drama of a lonely kitten. I once again remember the period of time that Shawana and I kept cotton balls and rubbing alcohol on the living room table because we needed them all the time. First Aid was administered daily on fresh cuts and stratches to whatever limb was closest to Shelby at the time.
Another great advice I'd like to share is all about moving. When somebody asks you for help in moving them from one residence to another. Take a second and look around. Familiarize yourself again with the person asking for assitance and their belongings. And think really hard of what you are gettng into to. I know I'm a nice person, if someone is asking for help from me, then they'll get it. But as I get older, I have to consider the health of my body. I'm hoping the next person I help move their stuff is cheap. I'm talking about somebody who likes prefab particle board crap, especially if you can take it apart and put it back together with a screwdriver. I know they don't look all that great and sturdy, but I believe they are more mover friendly.
Its been 2 days and my legs still feel the weight of carrying wood furniture. I mean the stuff I helped move was real wood, like from real trees and shit. Real wood makes beautiful furniture but it also has the ability to break a poor man's back. Especially if you add a staircase to the path this wood must be carried on. I'm neither in great shape or mentally prepared to move real furniture ever again.