Heavy lifting and friendship

Carmen called at 9am asking if I could help her move the last of her stuff to her new place near campus. Obviously I said yes because that’s what friends do, right? Plus she promised pizza after.

Heavy lifting and friendship

Turns out “a few boxes” meant approximately seventeen thousand pounds of kitchen supplies and textbooks. I’m pretty sure that box of nursing books weighs more than I do. But honestly, it felt good to do something useful with my Saturday instead of just lying around feeling guilty about not studying.

Taking a breather between trips

Carmen kept apologizing for asking me to help, but I reminded her that she literally saved my butt with those pharmacy calculations last week. Friends help friends, especially when pizza is involved. My back might disagree tomorrow, but my conscience feels pretty good right now.

Now if someone could explain to me why she owns seventeen different measuring cups, that would be great.