Punch me in the boob if I ever move again please

I'm serious, if I ever say "Hey we can move ourselves", do it...punch me square in the bazongas.

Hubby and I moved (with the assistance of my driver dad) by ourselves in 40 degree weather. It took us 10 freakin' hours and I have never sweat so much in my life. Hubby was shocked when he didn't have the chiseled body of a God the next day after all that lifting. I was shocked that I didn't die of heat exhaustion.

Later on a friend came to our rescue after he was done work and worked like a well oiled machine. Ahh to be in shape...I'm just too busy being fat.

What are these jerks smiling at? Moving sucks and unpacking sucks. The whole experience is poo in a handbag. I'll tell ya, I didn't smile once the whole day...for real.