Today was the fifth time we have moved as a family.
Please G-d it will be the last time (at least for many many years)
It also was the worst move.
These guys were terrible.
They dropped my closet down the steps in the old house and then again down the steps in the new place.
Then, they decided the easiest way to get the piano through the front door would be to break a leg off.

I know some people are sensitive about this kind of topic, so I’d tread gently - but hey, the piano legs aren’t supposed to break off.

Somebody please call the circus - I think I’ve found the couple of clowns they’ve been missing…