Well, it turns out that an agreement to let my wife move into a house, rent it, and buy it can change on mother's day while she drives to the house to sign the papers. That's right, it was sold out from under us. Dr. Wife is now in San Antonio, living in a motel, trying to find an apartment to rent. Our stuff moves in three weeks.
I'm so fucking mad right now I could throw bricks at kittens.
There are sober men aplenty, and drunkards barely twenty. There are men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girl. But give me a ramblin' rover, from Okrey down to Dover, they have roamed the country over and they're happier as a rule. -Silly Wizard
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- Just out for a walk in life... I'm a single dad, teacher, rock star, and learner. Trying hard to keep my feet on a path, and to pick myself up from the stumbles and road blocks.
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I love you and I'm okay. I'll find a place to live tomorrow. I sicked Super Nonnie on the job. It will be great. I can't wait to find our house.
colin, i am saying swearwords on your behalf. if you like, call me and you can make requests in person.
muchlove to your entire family!!!!
the message here is that the house you found was not good enough. perhaps there where not enough corpses buried in the back yard waiting to be reanimated in an orgy of undead brain-eating death?
good luck to dr. wife on finding a better house! one with extra zombies!
The upside, is Dr. Wife is one of those people who can manage tsunamis, terrorist attacks, massive cardiac failure, and invading mongolian hordes without batting an eye.
She is a mom.
We now have a (I'm told) lovely apartment waiting for us, filled with wifety goodness and a 6-month lease. Plenty of time to shop for a home that can provide me with enough zombies to re-enact Shawn of the Dead at my leisure.
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