August 17, 2009

'Bout Time

Today is THE day. The one I've been waiting for since the day after we moved into *this* piece of trash house. We are MOVING today people. M-O-V-I-N-G. {breathes a sigh of relief}

The house is packed, and I literally am sitting here, watching the clock, counting the minutes until I can leave for the final walk through and paper signage. (there goes another minute...)

I already am about eight thousand percent less stressed. I told DadGuy that I'm not moving one thing. Nothing. Nada. Zip. I pack. I unpack. When it comes to actual "moving" I'm going to take the shortlings, and we're going to stay out of the way, because I'm pretty sure that's the most helpful thing I could do. Besides, I've asked everyone I've ever met here to come and help him move tonight.

And that, dolls, is pretty much the only update I have for you. I'll save all the gory details for another time.

P.S. Unless you want to tell me that moving causes you to hate your spouse too. No? Just me then? M'kay, well, in that case, JUST KIDDING. I DON'T REALLY HATE HIM. {maniacal laughter}

P.P.S. I mean, I think he's sorta dumb about a few things, but I don't like, LOATHE him.

P.P.P.S. I mean, it's not like I've spit in his face or anything.

P.P.P.P.S. heh-heh-heh. Oversharing does wonders for the soul, yes?

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