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Endings, Filed, and My End
Apr. 17th, 2007 12:52 amAt 11:55 last night, everything in the rental in Yuppie Scum Land was in the garage.
At 1:15 this morning, we drove away. The last item to be loaded was an orange and brown vase belonging to Girl Child.
Did you know I can get a lawnmower into the backseat of a 1998 Crown Vic? Well, I sure can, and can cram a whole lot more in with it, too, like a mop bucker and a speaker set. I also weeded the front not-grass-but-not-a-garden thing by hand and in the dark, because the weed wacker reel broke.
At the end, the house looked beautiful. We did quite a good job.
We are finally, FINALLY, once again a one-house family. Now, the work of putting away the disorganized mess that infects three rooms of the house can start (my work for the next three weeks is only making Prickles for CAPE! everyone else will have to sort their own damn shit, I gotta make money!)
Once the window seat for the dining room is delivered, we can hide comforters in it, but that's a dab of the whole explosion o' stuff.
BUT WE'RE OUT OF YUPPIE HELL! HAHAHA FUCK YOU, SCRAPBOOKING ASSHOLES!
I filed our taxes online with http://www.taxactonline.com, and yes this is an advert. It didn't cost us anything, because we make less than $50,000./year, I didn't have to pay for prep, and we're getting some back (which is going to kit out the kid's rooms while we wait for insurance).
DONE WITH THAT, YAYS.
Today, after a knock-down drag-out fight over Frosted Fakes (the Malt-O-Meal copycat), I took the kids for ice cream and the park. For the first time ever, Boy actually played on the see-saw with me instead of asking to get off after the first time he went up.
I was sitting on the merry-go-round, pushing slowly foot-over-foot with Boy in the center. When other kids wanted on, I stood up.
Lucky I noticed my pants were caught in three places on the edge of the platform. Otherwise, the seat would've torn out (ala' Ron Stoppable), or they'd have been yanked down, or perhaps I'd have just been dragged around.
I unhooked myself, only tearing my pants in one place, and was a bit wistful there hadn't been a spectacular pants-tearing incident, because, really, it would have been funny as hell.
I was going to stay up and clean my studio a bit, but hell, it's 1:12 AM. I'm going to bed!
ALL PLAY: Has anyone ever had a clothing mishap? Forgetting the bra, mismatched socks at an interview, toilet paper on the shoe, not fancy for the fancy dress? SHARE!
At 1:15 this morning, we drove away. The last item to be loaded was an orange and brown vase belonging to Girl Child.
Did you know I can get a lawnmower into the backseat of a 1998 Crown Vic? Well, I sure can, and can cram a whole lot more in with it, too, like a mop bucker and a speaker set. I also weeded the front not-grass-but-not-a-garden thing by hand and in the dark, because the weed wacker reel broke.
At the end, the house looked beautiful. We did quite a good job.
We are finally, FINALLY, once again a one-house family. Now, the work of putting away the disorganized mess that infects three rooms of the house can start (my work for the next three weeks is only making Prickles for CAPE! everyone else will have to sort their own damn shit, I gotta make money!)
Once the window seat for the dining room is delivered, we can hide comforters in it, but that's a dab of the whole explosion o' stuff.
BUT WE'RE OUT OF YUPPIE HELL! HAHAHA FUCK YOU, SCRAPBOOKING ASSHOLES!
I filed our taxes online with http://www.taxactonline.com, and yes this is an advert. It didn't cost us anything, because we make less than $50,000./year, I didn't have to pay for prep, and we're getting some back (which is going to kit out the kid's rooms while we wait for insurance).
DONE WITH THAT, YAYS.
Today, after a knock-down drag-out fight over Frosted Fakes (the Malt-O-Meal copycat), I took the kids for ice cream and the park. For the first time ever, Boy actually played on the see-saw with me instead of asking to get off after the first time he went up.
I was sitting on the merry-go-round, pushing slowly foot-over-foot with Boy in the center. When other kids wanted on, I stood up.
Lucky I noticed my pants were caught in three places on the edge of the platform. Otherwise, the seat would've torn out (ala' Ron Stoppable), or they'd have been yanked down, or perhaps I'd have just been dragged around.
I unhooked myself, only tearing my pants in one place, and was a bit wistful there hadn't been a spectacular pants-tearing incident, because, really, it would have been funny as hell.
I was going to stay up and clean my studio a bit, but hell, it's 1:12 AM. I'm going to bed!
ALL PLAY: Has anyone ever had a clothing mishap? Forgetting the bra, mismatched socks at an interview, toilet paper on the shoe, not fancy for the fancy dress? SHARE!
