This was taken at Tom’s parents’ house on a weekend when my Mother drove there so we could formalize a bunch of our wedding plans. I’m just betting Tom wouldn’t have been smiling so happily if he’d known Mother was going to end up moving seventeen more times before she died, and most of those moves would involve his taking that damn bed of hers up and down stairs. Dorothy the Nomad With the Zillion-Pound Bed.
and he did it each time, ’cause he is so nice!
He is!
another reason to worship him
If you’re going to worship him for that, you’d better worship a bunch more people for doing it with him!
nope. Just Tom
Poor Tom.
As long as somebody says it.
I believe I also moved that damned bed once.
Yes, you did. Among some other things, I’m sure.