yesterday the sisterclub invaded the ghetto to haul a portion of my belongings to the new home of Supergenius, Inc. sister #2 entered the apartment singing “almost out of the ghetto” to the tune of elvis’ “in the ghetto.”

you should have seen me glow with pride when sister #2 the anal-retentive control-freak of the bunch announced that she was super impressed with my packing job and how organized everything was. i would show you pictures of my wall of boxes, but well the camera cord is packed away.

tomorrow the movers come. it’s funny because my westernerd friend Scooter is a grand-high muckity muck at the moving company i’m using. at Scooter’s party on saturday, i told him he better send me the hot movers or i’m gonna file a complaint.

i feel a little bad for going with Scooter’s Movers. early this summer he made the proclamation that he never wants to move anyone he knows. he said this, and i used them anyway. they’ve got a great reputation, plus my mom threatened me with expulsion from the family if i went with someone else.

so on saturday when i got there, scooter asked if i was all packed.

“i think so,” i said, and scooter got that ‘oh my god please don’t let her be one of THEM’ looks on his face.
“are your boxes all closed and stuff?” he asked.
“yeah,” i said. “i just need get rid of some food and throw things away. but all the boxes are packed and closed.”
“WOW,” he said. “you are already in the 90th percentile of people we move.”

he then went on to tell horror stories that involved porn collections that were ‘forgotten’ about until the movers discovered them under the bed, groping of hot movers, and crime scenes. i think if you were a mover you could tell many stories, and now i’m planning a career change.

one more day and then a whole new adventure starts. it will be one that invovles two sister going into a house and only one leaving. sister #4 and i will kill each other before too long. it should be great fun!