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We did it. We moved to Oklahoma. Do you have any idea how many times I've heard that one small bit of that song? Enough that I'm going to shove a handful of red clay down the next songbird's throat.
By the way, this is me in a good mood today.
I did not go to bed last night. Because we left our cottage yesterday and stayed at mom and dad's last night, and we had to get up before the arse crack of dawn (two a.m.) to be on the road to get to OK this morning.
At seven thirty a.m. I got a call from Army Transport. Our furniture was there, we had an hour to give them a firm location and E.T.A. or everything was going into storage for five business days. I pointed out that the movers had agreed not to deliver until afternoon. She replied "They're here now."
Jane't had just given me this lovely book called Married to the Military, which pointed out that getting upset and telling people where to shove their overly stupid comments would not get me very far... so I said "I assumed so," and moved on.
A very, very long day later I am sitting at the computer, right next to a brand new cable modem named Land Shark (just because), with my lovely inflated bed in the big bedroom (which is much larger than I'm used to), listening to the ferret snore and both cats complain and the Hubby giggle about the eighty odd channels on the telly.
Did I mention I'm sick? And have been for two days?
Cause, yeah, I'm sick.
Also, there's red dirt. Everywhere.
By the way, this is me in a good mood today.
I did not go to bed last night. Because we left our cottage yesterday and stayed at mom and dad's last night, and we had to get up before the arse crack of dawn (two a.m.) to be on the road to get to OK this morning.
At seven thirty a.m. I got a call from Army Transport. Our furniture was there, we had an hour to give them a firm location and E.T.A. or everything was going into storage for five business days. I pointed out that the movers had agreed not to deliver until afternoon. She replied "They're here now."
Jane't had just given me this lovely book called Married to the Military, which pointed out that getting upset and telling people where to shove their overly stupid comments would not get me very far... so I said "I assumed so," and moved on.
A very, very long day later I am sitting at the computer, right next to a brand new cable modem named Land Shark (just because), with my lovely inflated bed in the big bedroom (which is much larger than I'm used to), listening to the ferret snore and both cats complain and the Hubby giggle about the eighty odd channels on the telly.
Did I mention I'm sick? And have been for two days?
Cause, yeah, I'm sick.
Also, there's red dirt. Everywhere.
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