Twenty plus years ago a motorcycle accident left me with steel bars and a handful of lag bolts holding my lower spine together, picking up close to one hundred lbs is something I can do and do so regularly. But every time I do theres that little voice that says- ‘you shouldn’t be doing this…’ So I knew I should have some easier way to move the doll around in the house. The idea of a wheelchair is a good one but for me takes up too much space. And I have tile floors with a seam every eighteen inches, so the small plastic wheels of an office chair wouldn’t work too well either. So I began MacGyvering with some odds and ends I already had. Using a dolly designed for moving kitchen appliances purchased at the hardware store for less than $15 and a discarded milk crate I came up with the ideal system for my house. The slightly larger rubber wheels roll through my house and over the seams without any worries of damaging the tile, and are spaced at the corners so tipping is not an issue. The 12x12 lid on the crate seems the perfect size for a seat.
"Love my cart! I can take all kinds of stuff- hair brush and barrettes, wipes, baby powder, my tub of jewelry, some sexy lingerie, olive oil, What? Oh, mineral oil- my bad. A butt plug, hehehe".
"What? No, Hush! I got this; Extra panties, sports bra in case the ride gets rough, an empty favorite lipstick so I don’t forget the color, a current favorite lipstick color, a pack of tissues, make up for my nipples, which is ridiculous- there’s nothing wrong with my nipples. P.G. puts snacks in there, spilt fucking Fritos last time, jerk. There’e a coil of rope in there, for what I don’t know. The hobby syringe filled with lube, glasses, extra lube, my orange flavored chap stick and dildos. You know, just all the stuff a doll would need for a night out in the other room".
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