I went and picked up the U-Haul truck last night. Dave L., Dave J., and Billy were going to meet me at the house to help. The truck broke down one exit before the one we needed to take. We (me, my parents, and eventually everyone else) sat in the parking lot of Clackamas Town Center waiting for a repair guy to come and fix the truck. Seriously, could any more things go wrong with this damn move?!? I guess not, because once the truck was fixed we made it to the house and unpacked it. Note to self: don’t ever move again.
