How Did I Get Here?

Monday

I have 3 weeks before I escape Spotsyltucky, Home of the Virgidiots.

The house is not sold. This sucks and we have had practically no lookers. It appears we will be packing up our stuff, moving, and hoping for the best. This really blows.

Work is all but done. I have no pending projects I’m all that involved in and it wouldn’t make any sense to start any so I fill my days with PT and getting things ready for the move.

Truckasaurus needs a hitch but other than that, he is ready for the long trip. He’s been working out too and I think the oversized headband is a real dorky look but he thinks it makes him look studly around the other neighborhood cars.

The Pilot is ready. The Uranus is ready to be pulled. Buster is ready for anything as long as we are with him. Stupid mutt.

The lawnmower still needs to get on Craig’s List and I’ll be getting to this. I’m hoping that will sell better than the house or at least I can get it an escort. Craig’s List will be Craig’s List, you know.

Now all I have to do is get all the stuff I want to bring with me to live on for a month on the road and a month in San Diego alone. That should be a tricky one but it’ll come down to uniforms, books, and Delzilla. And clothes. Yeah, clothes would be good.

I should probably break out my Service A’s and make sure I don’t look like the proverbial 10 lbs in a 5 lb bag.

Free Advice for Today: “Until your children move out of your house, don’t buy anything suede.”