I have replaced looking at poor little pups on death row with looking at real estate.
I want so much to have.. something!
This is how I am spending my mornings instead of getting to work early.. I am propped up in bed poring over the real estate pages and wishing I was of retirement age so I could live in a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere and not worry about where I am going to work to earn the money to pay for the mortgage.. (I know this logic is flawed - but it's just how my little romantic brain works)
Each house I look at I check the pics of the back yard and imagine Taz leaping about. Which I think is funny. He is my significant other after all..
Work is taking a strange turn.. the detail is too detailed.. suffice to say it IS strange.. and it looks like I will be there for a year more.. and then maybe move on. I wish I could say all the strangeness - but it's too strange - and maybe this is not the right place to talk about it - though I can't talk anywhere else about it either just yet..
In some strange twist - BOTH my workplaces have decided to move office before Christmas. It's going to be strange and exhausting.
I haven't seen The Hot Italian for almost 5 weeks. He calls me from time to time - but he's been away or I have had the flu and we haven't got it together in all that time. He called last night and I asked him out to see some music tonight. He promises he'll come. We'll see..
I spoke with my sister last night. She asked what my plans were for Christmas. I was under the idea that we were all feuding and that Christmas would be spent apart.
I am not talking to my mother, my mother is not talking to my oldest sister and my middle sister and brother are FURIOUS with each other and may never recover.. None of us are talking to my mother's new boyfriend. This is probably the worst shape we have ever been in as a family.. but apparently we are all going to be together for Christmas. God help us all.
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