So DH and I bought a house and have been trying to get moved out of the dinky ass apt. He has lived in for the last 9 years. Wait let me rephrase I have been moving stuff. DH just HAD to do something Saturday that was NOT that damn important so his "mom" and I moved crap all. Freaking. Day. Sunday we had "help" IF you could call it that. One of DHs buddies came over and he and DH basically stood around talking all day. The Skids have had an attitude about EVERYTHING. And are basically about as usefull as tits on a boarhog. DH was given yesterday off by his boss (who is also his cousin and just AWESOME, most of the time anyway) and conviently one guy didn't show up to work so DH had to go in for "an hour or so" yeah. Uh huh. This "hour" turned into damn near all day and then last night DH was griping he was "tired" oh boo hoo! While I have been actually oh MOVING SHIT you have done the equlivant of next to nothing. I am tempted to load what I can today and call DH and tell him "oh I'm TIRED your going to have to move the rest of the stuff ALONE" *sigh* I need a drink...........