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May. 8th, 2014 11:26 amI think when this whole girls don't buy as many toys as boys do thing first circled, my eyes just rolled so far back into my head that I blotted the whole thing from memory.
But really, wtf? Please, tell my MH army that. I'm sure they could use a laugh before I have to pack them up and await a move.
Or what about MLP? I mean, really. Sometimes I have to question the brains of people because this shit is ridiculous.
Ugh.
Ordered some boxes for moving. Not looking forward to it, but I have to have hope that
A) We'll find a place and it'll be what we need and without all the checking in this one had and
B) I will feel better ASAP. This being sick for a second month is getting ridiculous. Go away, sore throat, and take the sinus troubles with you.
Day 1 of the new mattress is weird. My sickness came running back and the cat kept waking me up, so I'm not sure how much I enjoy it yet. I do think what sleep I've gotten is better sleep, and I didn't wake up at all yesterday during my after dinner nap BUT that could also have been because I was exhausted.
On the moving front, this is the story: Tuesday I went up to watch the end of the newer Steel Magnolias and have some icecream before bed. Since I was down to about 40 minutes left in the movie this wasn't a bad idea exactly. Five minutes in, my phone rings and it's my landlady. I debate not answering and then decide I should because she's probably calling to say she'll be stopping by to do a check in sometime soon seeing as I fully expected that to happen about the time we had to give Lady away.
Nope. Turns out they're not renewing the lease and are instead most likely selling this place (she didn't seem entirely sure) and for the first time ever she didn't sound perky on the verge of manic. I didn't know what to say other than, "oh... okay. That... sucks." I wanted to blurt out, "I lied when I said things were okay! This year sucks! I'm sick for going on six weeks now, I can't breathe, we just got new mattresses and they'll be delivered tomorrow and I had to give away my dog and I don't know what became of her and my best friend nearly died and can sit on the couch with me for more than an hour and then turn and ask, "when did you get here?" and the Kali cat is gone and all I wanted was to not have to worry about moving until NEXT year.
But I didn't because well, they didn't know about the Ozma kitty (or they looked the other way) and really, there's no real chance they'll be changing their mind just because my year sucks.
So, the search for a new place is on. Ideally I'd like another townhouse/condo kinda thing. Small yard to let Angel out in, pool because of reasons, and nowhere super sketchy for Widget.
But once we do find a place and move in, I'm going to laugh until I cry or fall down at the thought of them being able to sell this place while the construction on the main road there is still ongoing. It's getting worse, not better, so good luck with that.
But really, wtf? Please, tell my MH army that. I'm sure they could use a laugh before I have to pack them up and await a move.
Or what about MLP? I mean, really. Sometimes I have to question the brains of people because this shit is ridiculous.
Ugh.
Ordered some boxes for moving. Not looking forward to it, but I have to have hope that
A) We'll find a place and it'll be what we need and without all the checking in this one had and
B) I will feel better ASAP. This being sick for a second month is getting ridiculous. Go away, sore throat, and take the sinus troubles with you.
Day 1 of the new mattress is weird. My sickness came running back and the cat kept waking me up, so I'm not sure how much I enjoy it yet. I do think what sleep I've gotten is better sleep, and I didn't wake up at all yesterday during my after dinner nap BUT that could also have been because I was exhausted.
On the moving front, this is the story: Tuesday I went up to watch the end of the newer Steel Magnolias and have some icecream before bed. Since I was down to about 40 minutes left in the movie this wasn't a bad idea exactly. Five minutes in, my phone rings and it's my landlady. I debate not answering and then decide I should because she's probably calling to say she'll be stopping by to do a check in sometime soon seeing as I fully expected that to happen about the time we had to give Lady away.
Nope. Turns out they're not renewing the lease and are instead most likely selling this place (she didn't seem entirely sure) and for the first time ever she didn't sound perky on the verge of manic. I didn't know what to say other than, "oh... okay. That... sucks." I wanted to blurt out, "I lied when I said things were okay! This year sucks! I'm sick for going on six weeks now, I can't breathe, we just got new mattresses and they'll be delivered tomorrow and I had to give away my dog and I don't know what became of her and my best friend nearly died and can sit on the couch with me for more than an hour and then turn and ask, "when did you get here?" and the Kali cat is gone and all I wanted was to not have to worry about moving until NEXT year.
But I didn't because well, they didn't know about the Ozma kitty (or they looked the other way) and really, there's no real chance they'll be changing their mind just because my year sucks.
So, the search for a new place is on. Ideally I'd like another townhouse/condo kinda thing. Small yard to let Angel out in, pool because of reasons, and nowhere super sketchy for Widget.
But once we do find a place and move in, I'm going to laugh until I cry or fall down at the thought of them being able to sell this place while the construction on the main road there is still ongoing. It's getting worse, not better, so good luck with that.