I ever move. Ever. In. My. Entire. Life. My husband is being a sulky brat. He considers himself the king of moving and logistics yet when I sent him out to fill up the tires with air, buying newspapers for packing and agreed he could a 6 pack of beer, he only got the beer.
And when we were at Lowes, he said buying a dolly was impractical and the type of boxes we had to move couldn't be move like it. I almost lost it. 60 bucks is so much cheaper then PT for a back injury. I was like... how is a dolly impractical?
Watch him get injured and then went sympathy because he was too much of an idiot not to use the fucking dolly.