Oh yeah, a lot has happened in the last three weeks.
While I went six days without television, and sixteen days without internet, it was just the darndest thing — life continued to happen!
I got fabulously ill. Facially deformed and whatnot, even.
Movers brought our things. Until then, only the cats could enjoy the house. Since our neurotic boy kitty hid behind things until he needed to make, which he preferred doing on the living room carpet, I feel confident telling you that he may have needed the furniture as much as we did.
We did all those annoying things you hafta do every time you move; like say and spell your name and give your address 63,286,728 times, fill out forms, cuss customer service reps and up one side and down the other, you know how it is.
We discovered our home had a hidden plumbing problem of epic proportions.
We thought we’d never get our kids on a decent bus route to and from school.
Moo had to have my mother’s ring cut off her finger. With a Dremel tool. For over an hour.
We got locked out of our house, because the seller didn’t give us all the keys.
Our washing machine died.
The satellite internet guy couldn’t hook up our internet because of trees.
I’m not sure you’ll love reading all about my series of unfortunate events, but for now, it’s what I got.
*sings* “Love is, what I got…”
And love. I got love. Which is good, cause I don’t play the guitar like a mother fuckin riot.