Moving a Hot Tub...

Sunday, after a long ass weekend of catering and stressful drives in the snow and my two hour drive home while I screamed at the radio because of the stupid Browns, my aunt called and asked if Doug and I could come help them pick up a hot tub they were taking and move it to their house.

I didn't even get to walk into my apartment before picking Doug up and heading out to Shaker Heights to help them. But damn, Catholic guilt prevented me from saying no.

Now there were 5 of us. And full size hot tub. Which was really fricken heavy. Oh and even though there were 5 of us, I have the upper body strength of an infant.

Thankfully, there was about a foot of snow. Which will be the only time I will ever say that. We were able to tip the hot tub on its side (it had obviously been emptied already) and slide it over the snow to the truck. That piece was relatively easy.

Then we managed to get it up on the truck- not fun. I only thought I was going to get completely squished by the super heavy hot tub once. 

And then we drove about 10 miles- supppper slow. With me following behind, but trying to stay far enough behind so on the off chance that the hot tub fell, I wouldn't get squished. Me NOT getting squished was a major theme throughout the day.

Yep. Just as terrifying as it looks.

We got back to my aunt and uncles with no problem. And managed to get it off the truck and into place. I say we, by my job was really just holding their 9 week old puppy so he didn't get squished. So now my aunt and uncle have a hot tub and I really want a damn puppy.

And I just wrote the most random ass post in the world. You're welcome.