TWELVE DAYS AND COUNTING.
2003-10-28
10:13 a.m.

Okay then. Twelve days and counting. TWELVE DAYS AND COUNTING. In case you're keeping track and yet also can't do simple math: That is Less Than Two Weeks. In conclusion, zoiks?

In incredibly fun related news, we've out our house on the market. I took Friday off to fearlessly lead an army of cleaners and landscapers and florists. Then, on Saturday, we waited for the crowning touch: The Salvation Army removing our massive comfortable and yet ugly sectional couch, so the living room would look pretty. They were also going to take the too small for our TV and yet too large and heavy to move on our own entertainment center. I'd tried to rid myself of these things on Craigslist (for free!) but had been stood up three times and was sick of waiting around on my days and nights off for random no-show internet freaks (especially since my husband was unexpectedly out of town at some of the times said freaks were scheduled to show). So, I thought, The Army would like these items! These items will make them money which they will spend on poor people (or operating costs, I really don't know) and, best of all, they will no longer be cluttering up my living room. We are all winners here.

Then came Saturday, when I was supposed to call for an approximate pickup time. I called, and there was no one there. I called again. No one there. I called again. And again. And again. Finally, hours later, I got a person. Who transferred me to a place where no one was there and then didn't pick up again for an hour. Finally, finally, I got someone. Who was only able to spectulate "afternoon." Okay then. The truck showed up at 4, nearly a whole day in which one of us guarded the house while the other ran the alarming number of lame and expensive errands (pick up flowers, buy mums and pumpkins, return massive number of bottles so as not to appear the lushes that we are). And they refused to take the couch or the entertainment center, saying that we have cats and the board of health won't let them take the couch with animal damage (they'd clawed at the arms, but really, seriously not that badly) and that they only take real wood items and the entertainment center was pressboard. Okay then! So, 4 PM and we're throughly screwed. Do you like our floral arrangement? How about our living room which inexplicably is storing 3 massive couches so you can't see the window seat or the fireplace and mantle?

So, I shook my fist at the sky and listed the couch on craigslist again. A wonderful soul pulled up less than two hours later and hauled it away. Bless him. As for the entertainment center, I handed my husband a sledgehammer and he demolished it, which was the most fun he'd had all week and he's been pretty happy ever since. The house was gorgeous for the open house and hopefully someone will buy it. The end.

That was long and boring. Welcome to my life. No detail is too mundane!

This is my last working Tuesday. Ra-cha-cha.

My cell phone bills have been more than $200 a month lately. We've tried to upgrade to more minutes, but they require that we sign another two year contract to do that. I hate you, Verizon. As soon as I'm done with this move and have the time to find a new provider, I am paying the termination fee and getting out of this relationship.

This is really enough. I have been neglecting my friends lately, so: Hi Friends! Most people don't even know that I'm moving to Tucson. Har? Also, oops.