"So, who's going to move all this stuff?"

I decided yesterday that my storage unit is way too small. It's a 10'x10' and packed completely full with stuff. I'm not able to access any of the boxes due to the size and the fact that all of the big furniture pieces are in the very front. So, today, I enlisted the help of dear old dad and Amy (with Mel on babysitting duties) and switched units to the larger 10'x15' size. This way, all of the big furniture is in the way back and I can get to all of the boxes in the front. I thought I was clear in explaining this plan to Dad. As we're riding the elevator to the 2nd floor, Pop looks at me and says, "So, who's going to move all this stuff?" Amy and I practically fell to the floor laughing. Poor guy!