Just so you know, I owe Rob our first born child. Why, you ask? Because he helped my lug about 50 lbs of pure table from 55th to 80th street, on the subway (my idea). It was maybe the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, and I've got bruises all up and down my arms to prove it, not too mention a free pass from the gym today as I sweat enough for three solid days of cardio.
Across 55th to 8th. Up 8th to 57th. Enter Subway. Descend two flights of stairs. Waddle across platform. Descend more flights. Waddle some more. Then ascend two flights. Get on train (easiest part, mind you). Exit train. Ascend yet more stairs. Then into my room it went. Hardest thing. Ever. This, this is why Rob gets our first born.
your doting and delicious Wifey-To-Be