The three flights of stairs up to my apartment have left me winded as of late. I am especially worried because I’ll be heaving my furniture and various and sundry boxes up and down steps in the very near future…ah, moving day. The last time I moved, I had a nervous breakdown and was in tears (Maren can attest to this). While I have frequent nervous breakdowns, I do not cry. Those three flights of stairs combined with cumbersome furniture and clunky manuvering can really take a toll on you. On a positive note, my arms were like crazy, Madonna style toned for like two days. Considering this, I would like to extend an invitation to all the paunchiness authors for moving day help. Especially Maren, who I helped move and who has crazy woman strength.