I’m sure you are wondering how I am doing in the sunshine state. Great! Just great! I mean, if great includes sobbing in the bathroom while your movers unload the truck.
But that still seems better than that mayor who is banned from the San Diego Hooters because according to the chain, “women should be treated with respect.”
So we have established that I’m doing better than some California mayor who sexually harasses women and now can’t get a cold beer and some wings at a place that objectifies women. Way to go Filner!
But I’m pretty exhausted. As tired as Harlowe who actually fell asleep on Rick’s shoulders…
And I’m overwhelmed. And I really just want to go home to my house. You know, the one in NY. And to make things worse, none of the movers looked like Ryan Gosling. I could have sworn the moving company promised that.
The new house doesn’t feel like my house. There is crap everywhere. And a million things that need to be done. And then Chase got an ear infection and a rash. Then the car broke down and we needed two new tires for the low cost of hundreds of dollars.
And the guys at the garage didn’t look like Ryan Gosling either. What is it with Florida?
But our new neighbors seem nice. One of them brought over some kind of chicken cheese breaded thing which was delicious and then Rick and I had the following conversation.
“We just ate food from some stranger. Do you think she poisoned us?” I asked.
“No,” Rick said.
“Well, it really would be the perfect way to poison someone. A sort of welcome wagon of death. Is your stomach hurting?”
“I think my stomach is hurting. Well, if I do die, it really was a delicious last meal.”
After every annoying, why-do-people-move task, I just shout out, “That was easy!” I got this idea from Rick’s agent and it has a way of making me feel better.
Oh and this has been making me feel better too.
That tree is in front of our new house.
mama bird notes:
Do you remember when those very funny Improv actors performed stories about food and kids from my life?
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This mama bird note is sponsored by Happy Family but the ideas are all my own!