moving

So, last weekend I got moved to Orlando. I am enjoying being in thne house with E, even if it is still a work in progress.

I found out that I had termites on Wednesday, so most of the afternoon was spent calling around to get it set up so my truck of stuff could be tented. It then took almost 24 hours until I oculd get it back. This meant that I had to load up all of my stuff that needed to be treated all by myself. While I was loading up the truck, Crazy Mary came out to say hi. While talking, she asked how I've been and I admitted that I was a little stressed. Her reply was "yeah, I noticed you were breaking out."

In what universe is that an acceptable statement?

Happy Papa Day

Even though he is not here to fix my car, mow my yard, or tell me the best way to drywall my bathroom, I wish he was.

I called to wish dad a happy father's day and then asked mom if she was going to stop and get him a dairy queen cake, starbucks drink or sonic slushy of some sort, but she didn't seem impressed with my suggestion.

I think he worries about me being so far away, but he never nags me about coming home. (Well, almost never.) Happy Father's Day!