Last week went something like this-
Tuesday- load the truck.
Wednesday- unload the truck.
Thursday- load the truck.
Friday- unload the truck.
Saturday- be thankful not to load/unload the truck!
Sunday- load the truck.
Monday- unload the truck.
For all that loading and unloading, I hardly did any of it since I look like this right now and both Robert and my parents freak out if I try to pick up anything heavier than my paintbrush.
My main muscle, Robert, was in Pittsburgh for work all week until Friday night, so my helpers throughout the last 7 days also consisted of my dad, my mom, my sister, and a very nice Canton High School student named Ernest who earned himself some cash and a cold coca-cola for his effort.
Notice my brother was not on the "helper" list. Sup with that John??! Kidding, kidding! John, if you're reading this, I know you so would have helped me if I'd asked (or if you'd even known about any of this shenanigans) and to be fair, Elaine actually just got roped into helping under the impression that we were going out to eat. Which we were, just not til after that truck was loaded up... sneaky!
So yea, this week I'm feeling very thankful for my family. And for each of you that came to see me at either the Canton Flea Market or the Pink Palace Crafts Fair for making it all worth it! The very last time the truck was unloaded was a heck of a lot lighter load than the initial load that went in!