Moving Day.....

6 a.m. - The alarm violently shakes me from my slumber. Reluctantly, I wake up to find that it's moving day. Time for some sustenance. Only one place to go... can I hear a starts with a J and ends with umburrito? With somber faces we took in our last meal and posed for a loving goodbye picture to remember the beauty of a large sausage and egg burrito at a moment's notice. We will miss thee.

8 a.m. - Last minute packing and box sealing. Boxes are the bain of our existence.

9 a.m.- A large red truck and trailer enter our driveway with three movers. Let the moving begin!

12 p.m.- Truck dead. Blake performs his magic and heals the battery miraculously. What a man. On the road for the trek to Abilene. Blake rides solo, while Sam and Laura sing tunes of joyfulness in perfect harmony.

1:00 p.m.- Sam decides she wants to live in Big Spring and leaps over Laura's seat in a mad rush to make her break for it at Dairy Queen. After a massive race and some mad football skills, Sam is recovered and goes quietly back to car. After Laura is revived, they return to the highway, with dog tied to seat of car.

3:00 p.m. - Pull up to the house. Movers nowhere to be seen. Last known location: exiting highway as Blake continues to Abilene. Movers eventually show up and perform great feats of unloading, taking off doors and fitting refrigerators through hallways. Angels really do walk on earth.

5:30 p.m.- Movers drift away to provide another miraculous service to other new homeowners. Box opening begins, and we continue until sunset.

12:00 a.m.- We close our eyes to wake to another day of cardboard and trips to Wal-mart. Goodnight, Abilene.

-Blake and Laura (and Sam)