I have moved so many times it is impossible to count. The funniest was in my teenage years when my roommate and I moved from one apartment complex to the one across the street. Neither of us had a car or truck or much money, so we trekked back and forth with laundry baskets and trash bags filled with stuff. When it was time to move the mattress, dresser, and big old fashioned tv , we put on our bikini's and half heartedly tried to drag the mattress. We had help before we got out of the parking lot.
Ohhh, to be young, skinny and cute again. Youth really is wasted on the young.