Added thanks

I would also like to thank all of the people who helped us, even the ones who aren't able to read the blog. We had a potential disaster of a move on our hands and it was averted by the kindness of our many, many good friends.

Also, I think a few outstanding acheivement awards are probably in order:

I couldn't believe how early John showed up. He got to our apartment and helped me load two cars before the trailer even arrived. He stayed the entire time, fueled only by water, a hamburger from Wendy's and his intense love for my cock. John even skipped out on some party in Ames so he could help us finish up the move. John wins a prize for endurance.

Amish was tossing furniture around, juggling sofas, balancing a dresser on his chin . . . Amish wins a prize for strength, nuff said. That man is a cold, calculating, furniture-moving machine!

Kevin helped me in my hopeless effort of getting the futon into the attic. We tried to push, squeeze and twist the futon around the corner without tearing up the walls, breaking the light, or putting the futon through the window. When we finally declared that task impossible, Kevin pulled the futon back down the stairs, dismantled it, carried it piece-by-piece back up the stairs and put it back together. I don't know what the fuck to name that prize, but Kevin gets it all the same.

Kevin and John both win prizes for being the only guys smart enough to bring tools. Our beds and my futon would all be in pieces if it weren't for you two.

Thank you everyone, and you're all invited to come visit Spooky Wignall's Pondside Tap, the only bar in Des Moines where you WON'T see Ryan naked.