My hands hurt. My arms hurt. My back hurts. And it’s all from one of the most dreaded activities among Americans: moving. Since my husband and I are only moving across the street (yes, across the street) we couldn’t justify hiring a moving company. So instead we enlisted the help of a half dozen of our closest friends. All together we made about 100 trips across the street and back, dodging some speeding traffic. The road we live on is well traveled and not always by the friendliest drivers. We were honked at, yelled at and teased, but after four hours of hard labor, we got the job done.