I straightened up with a slight wince. I was still a little stiff from moving, which got me thinking. A ’57 Chevy or Corvette and we’re all like–classic, right? From now on when one of the Grand kids say I’m old I’ll say, “Uh, uh, I’m a classic.”
As I reached down with a groan and a creak, I managed to hoist my end up a paltry two inches. For what felt like the thousandth time today, I was wearily trekking another bin into our newest home. Am I doing this again?! Sometimes we move because that house over there is much better…