It’s a new day, or rather night – but hey who’s counting.
We are still unfinished in our quest to move all of our worldly belongings to our new abode. It seems to be taking much longer than anticipated, probably due largely to the fact that we have much more stuff than our home can hold. Why oh why do we need so much stuff? What does one do with it all? We must purge. Purge like Paris Hilton after her tic tac lunch. We must, and we will, just as soon as we stuff it all in here and are unable to move.
Our old landlord keeps forgetting to pick up the rent – now really, when money is involved who ever forgets? Just old people, that’s who. My apologies to any old people who happen to be reading this – cause if you are, obviously you are on a much higher plane of existence than those “other” old people. How many times do I have to tell her to come pick it up? It can’t possibly be that important if she keeps forgetting. Really, if that’s the case can I go and spend it all on hookers and booze, because that’s what I want to do.
BQotD from The Sarcastic Journalist
*As I write, I currently have two frozen bags of boob milk sitting in my freezer. Not impressed? Well, I sure as heck am. One is aptly labeled “mama” and the other “Dolly Pardon.”*