Why does every electrician in Bangs sound, in one way or another, slightly impaired on their answering machine?
Also, I’m back from “vacation.”
Being the incredible wife that I am, while Seth was in Sunny San Diego sipping margaritas with old men, I spent several days last week switching utilities, selling old appliances, moving Civic-sized loads of our possessions from Columbus to Bangs, scrubbing, killing massive spiders, etc.
That said, I forgot to reserve a truck. On the last weekend of the month. In June. When apparently, we weren’t the only ones planning to move. Oops.
Thankfully, our friends at Budget had loads of angry sales representatives and one 15-foot truck available from 6 p.m. until noon the next day.
We packed, loaded, made the 40 minute trip and unloaded by 1:30 a.m.
There was some swearing, biting and tears. I have bruises.
To her credit, my younger-but-larger sister and her strapping young bf drove out post-midnight to help us unload. She had to be at work at 7 a.m.
To his credit, Lin worked up a decent sweat as well.
Star stickers to all involved are in the mail.
In other news, this morning.
On my way out the door at 7:25 a.m. I saw a bunny, a chipmunk, and a baby deer.
This is not a lie.
I wish you could watch Maybel play in the rain.
Prepare your minds and bodies for an introductory bonfire/slumber party very soon.
Sans the ticks and the weird sulfur smell that comes with every shower, we should be very good hosts.
We have a land line.We are officially middle-aged.
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