I seem to be falling into a repeating pattern. 3 times.
Here's some from when my friends helped me move out of my apartment.
Simon playing with my puffer fish while Micah lounges on my futon/bed.
And here, Simon taunts Micah with said puffer fish.
We were worried the futon might fall out, so Micah volunteered to weigh it down. He smiled and waved as we drove, like any parade beauty queen should.
And finally, here I am, moving my 50 foot tall metal column. It was quite heavy.