Seems as though we won’t be able to take occupation (as the rental-speak goes) until next Thursday.
Anybody know of a decent apartment complex in north- or west Plano?
As to how I feel?
New Wife, however, is of this attitude:
I’d go to the range, but all my guns are locked up at a sooper-seekrit location.
Off to see the doctor for my semi-annual physical. It will follow the usual course, I expect. First, the verbal examination:
…followed by the tests:
And then the advice:
See y’all later.
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Of course, I have to fill up New Wife’s car sometime today. Thank God it’s a Fiat 500.
All the news that’s fit to moon:
…nice to see that the BritGov is finally “allowing” bonking à la carte. Scotland, however, is not prepared to go that far:
…oh aye, leave that shagging stuff to the Sassenachs.
…and you were doing SO WELL up until now, sweetie.
…clearly, what we need is commonsense lightning control. Or commonsense football control.
…nice to see that the disheveled BritPM has solved all the UK’s other problems, so he can devote his time to this one.
…not sure if that’s a step up or a step down, quite frankly.
…holy hell. Talk about an over-achiever… and speaking of which, here’s superslut Madonna’s little girl:
…not a bad bum, actually. And still on the topic thereof:
…to upstage that, the bridesmaids would pretty much have to go naked.
Moving from shapely buttocks to big assholes:
…errrr Mitt, old buddy; I don’t think the GOPe had much of the lesbian vote anyway. Ask that purple-haired soccer chick/bloke.
And speaking of INSIGNIFICA:
…and Keeley who, you ask?
Oh yeah, that Keeley Hazell.
…as the actress said to the bishop.
Well, our furniture and most of our stuff is back in the apartment. Have we been able to do anything with it?
Nooooooooo because the place is still not habitable (minor construction yet to be done, drywalling, electricity etc., no fridge and most importantly, no working toilets or indeed water from the faucets). So as I write this, we’re still stuck in the Fleabagge Inn, now living out of suitcases and moving boxes (because we packed them, expecting to have moved by now). Oh, and our “temporary housing” allowance from the insurance company has ended, so it’s all been out of pocket since just before the beginning of the month.
All this, plus the theft of the guns and the resulting cancellation of the Boomershoot trip has given me an attack of the gloomies.
The only good thing that’s happened to us is that thanks to the generosity of her family, New Wife is heading back to Seffrica early next month to visit with friends and family, and most especially, to meet the brand-new granddaughter. I, however, will be staying behind (because a. I can’t afford to go and b. I really don’t feel a desire to go back there). But we will be apart, the first time since we got married, and for two weeks withal.
Please bear with me as I pull the covers over my head and growl miserably.