Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Word (or 2) From a Weary Woman
If I ever mention moving again, somebody please shoot me. Lord have mercy, this is hard work. For the past week, I've been sorting through the accumulated detritus in this house. If it's mine and in good shape, I packed it; otherwise, it got tossed. Thank God you can get some pretty cheap trash bags at Wal-Mart. I've gone through a bunch. The movers are coming Friday and I'm still sorting/packing/tossing. You don't even want to know about all the bangs and bruises and cuts and scrapes I've sustained. Plus, I'm sore and cranky, and I don't remember when I've been so exhausted.
Oh, and let me tell you, the expenses are just astronomical. Between rent and deposits for this and that, I've spent a pretty penny. Even moving boxes are expensive to buy. And you don't even want to know what the movers are charging -- plus I'm expected to tip the 4-man crew. Before all is said and done, I'll have spent enough to have financed a revolution in a small country. I think I've made all the calls for various hook-ups, but I still have lots of change-of-address notifications to make. Hopefully, a week or so from now I'll be unpacked and cozy -- possibly even with enough money left to eat.
Have you all missed your TWISTED LINGUISTICS blasfomys? Just to keep you on your toes, I have a few for you. Have fun with them.
they charges then a ridiculous fee
low life peace of s***