You're in luck

Among the stressful things in life, surely moving ranks somewhere near the top even under the best of circumstances. So with the movers taking our stuff away two weeks from today, we consider ourselves to be incredibly lucky to have friends helping us out at both ends. Whether it's The Big Finn taking a trip to the dump to help us clear copious amounts of crap out of our cellar here, or whether it's our friends in DC generously offering to furnish our house (since our stuff will take at least a month to get there) before our arrival with baby stuff, dog stuff, furniture and even Passover supplies (we're not Jewish, but we're always up for a celebration), we're very fortunate and don't take any of it for granted. Now, if only someone was interested in stepping to the plate and adopting an obnoxious-but-lovable 10-year old labrador retriever...

(Just kidding about Grady. Sort of.)