It’s been a big week of movement. Physically speaking, that is. It’s a good thing I used to be employed as a caddy and a mover of fine furniture, among other things. It’s also a good thing I drive a minivan.

People LOVE the fact that I own a minivan, but they’d never want to own one themselves. Sometimes that’s exasperating, but most of the time I’m happy to help. Besides, if “people” knew the secret soccer moms across America and I share, well, let’s just say the old Windstar would have a MUCH higher blue book value.

What am I talking about? You’ll just have to purchase a minivan and join the club. We have a secret wave that we give when we pass each other on the highway. Just remember, NEVER give that wave when traveling below 55 miles per hour. You’ll ruin everything. I’ve said too much, but trust me, you have no idea what you’re missing.

Anyway, I have a friend who is in the process of moving from Sewickley to Pittsburgh, and I helped him transport everything he owns on two evenings this week. One of those evenings was last night. Independent of that move, I hauled a very large and heavy couch last night as well.

Then, this morning, I toted 500 cans of coke and 500 servings of pretzels from Restaurant Depot to Hot D***a for a Super Bowl shindig to be held this coming Wednesday. I’ll be doing some more work related heavy-lifting into the wee hours this morning. This, friends, is precisely why I can eat a frankfurter or five every day without reservation. You should try it and forget the diet!

Of course, if you can’t eat five I won’t hold it against you. Just as long as you realize that’s no excuse to pass up a visit to Hot D***a!