We didn't move last night.
It's a very long story, one that you can be sure I will tell in great detail (complete with photos!) just as soon as I get confirmation that our lease is terminated as we requested.
Yep, that's right, we are currently potentially homeless. Do you think I jinxed it with my last entry? (There's a big clue as to what went horribly pear-shaped.) Our current landlord was kind enough to offer us a few days extra in our current home, and we accepted quickly. Today was spent on the phone, on the internet, and driving around various apartment complexes in town hoping that their leasing office was open on a Sunday. Only one was, but that one may now be our future home. We'll see tomorrow.
Brad and I are handling this turn of events quite well, actually. Once we got over the initial shock we sprung into action, and we've been working overtime running circles around each other ever since. There's been a lot of "Hey, what box are the toothbrushes in?" and "Where the heck is the shower curtain?" and "Didn't you wear that yesterday, silly? Oh that's right - so did I!" tossed about. Several times we've said "hey, remember that time we were going to move into that one apartment and (insert totally insane story here)? Wasn't that a trip?" and then we laugh hearty belly laughs at the crazy story we'll get to tell one day when it actually seems funny, and then we both fall strangely silent, blink our eyes, and sigh.
So, since I can't talk about the crazy story that I WANT to tell you, how about I talk about ... how I am sitting in our empty bedroom on the floor with Brad's laptop wishing I could remember my
Kinja login so that I can check in on all the blogs that I am obsessed with? No, that's boring. How about how I'm so tired I'm using toothpicks to prop open my eyelids, but when Brad gets back from picking up the vaccuum cleaner from the studio we're going to clean the house because there's no other time to do it this week, and we were supposed to clean the empty house today? No again, I'm sick of the whiny, negative sounding crap on this website already.
How about the fact that my sister starts teaching first grade this week, and she's been decorating her classroom and getting the learnin' ready for the past two weeks (er, five years, actually)? That 's much more interesting than anything going on in my life. Tomorrow night is her first open house, or meet the parents, or whatever that night is called where the parents bring the kids in to meet the teacher and see the classroom for the first time before school starts. I know she's nervous, but really - if you've met my sister, you know that she's exactly the person you'd want to leave your impressionable first grader with for a year. And if you were a first grader, you would love you some Miss Andreia.
Also, The Baby Sister turns 18 this week. Holy Sch-nikes, folks! (God, could I be any nerdier?) But, seriously. 18. Lock your doors and stay off the roads, everyone. Also, someone please tell me I got to be this old already, I can't figure it out.
Just cause we're talking sisters here, I think I'll throw in that Sarah is back from Beruit (the one in Lebanon) and I've yet to see a present. What gives?
(Just kidding, Sarah! Love! Kisses! Save them up so that I get lots of presents at Christmas!)
Sidenote/question: Do you guys watch Six Feet Under? Do you agree that it's the best show ever? I live for every new episode. This week the funeral was for a comic book collector - Will, I totally thought of you all through this episode. The portrayal of the comic book enthusiasts was totally stereotypical, but the "fight scene" when they tried to get away with the first issue of the Blue Tornado dude was hysterical.
Also: Friends, family, LISTEN UP! Each and every one one of you better click that comments button right now and give me some damn attention! Is Will the only person who loves me enough to comment? For Chuck's sake, you'd think I'd been abandoned as a small child.*
I SAID DO IT!**
*Gosh, that felt really good to say.
**But I got stung by a bee! I can't be held responsible for any demands that might come out of my mouth at this point.***
***However, please consider yourself notified that there will be consequences if you don't CLICK THAT BUTTON RIGHT NOW!
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