Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round! Today, we’re here to celebrate the monumental task of moving—because nothing says “I love you” like asking your friends to help you haul your life from one place to another!

Now, I recently moved to Arkansas, and let me tell you, the only thing heavier than my boxes was the humidity! Seriously, I thought I was packing my clothes, but it turns out I was just packing a whole lot of sweat!

And speaking of packing, I had my friends help me. You know, the ones who claim they’re “great in the kitchen”? Well, I learned the hard way that their idea of cooking is ordering pizza and calling it a gourmet meal! So, there I was, trying to bribe them with promises of homemade meals, only to realize they thought “chef” meant “master of takeout menus.”

As we loaded the truck, I could see the panic in their eyes. “Wait, you want me to lift that?” they said, pointing at my collection of kitchen gadgets. I mean, who knew a blender could weigh as much as a small child? But hey, I told them, “If you can’t lift it, you can at least pretend to be a chef and whip up some culinary magic with your imagination!”

So here’s to my friends, the real MVPs of moving day! They may not have cooked a single meal, but they sure served up a lot of laughs and a few backaches! And remember, if you ever need help moving, just make sure to provide snacks, and maybe a few cooking lessons—because in Arkansas, even the chefs might just be experts in pizza delivery! Thank you!