So I'm thinking that the fun part about being able to move is the whole picking out a house, making offers on a house, having the seller agree to the offers, imagining how the house will look with all of your stuff in it, how happy your family will be once you move in, having barbeques with all your friends, etc.
The NOT fun part is the day before you move when you are no where near being completely packed, it's raining and cold as fuck out side and all you really want to do is sleep because you stayed out waaaaaay too late the night before.
Also, I have no idea when I will have internet at home since Sprint is jacking me around so if I seem to be missing in action it's just because I refuse to go back to dial-up.
Dial-up!
You know, once you've waited and finally gotten DSL, the idea of dial-up makes you want to poke your eyeballs out with q-tips.
And my q-tips are already packed.
So I am trying to get a wireless card through Sprint. I wouldn't typically think that this would be difficult since I have an account and money and they have the card and provide coverage at my new house. Seems to me an arrangement could be made between the two of us. However the chic I spoke to yesterday who I am sure was in fucking Honduras just couldn't seem to handle it and so she said she would give me a call back in an hour and a half. That was 34 hours ago.

On the plus side, I get to reset my counter.

Labels: Being a Chic, Being Mommy, missing in action, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life