Another day in paradise

Today was a crap day.

This morning I got up early to drive two of the boys to the meeting spot for their visit to Detroit and had stomach cramps so bad that I was pretty sure I was going to have to go to the hospital. Think contractions without the break in between. Marty ended up taking them and I slept. After a few hours I felt well enough to get out of bed, so I proceeded with my day.

Ran Marty to work and then headed to pick up some boxes from an old neighbor. She lives right across from a 50's diner so Alex and I stopped in for lunch. Not smart on my part...

Came home and stayed on the couch until I had to get up and make dinner for Alex. Straightened up (honestly, Alex did most of the straightening up) and talked to a friend on the phone.

And here we are. Still having stomach cramps, but not so bad that I can't catch my breath.

We have to call the landlord tomorrow. The stinking breaker for the dryer won't even reset now. After a few experiments (and 6 calls to my brother) we figured out that it isn't the dryer, but the 1950's wiring. He is going to be pissed.

He is already pissed at us and really I can't blame him. He had horrible experiences with the people who lived in all three houses (house #1- moved with less than a week notice, house #2 - crazy man living in basement who trashed the place to the point that it didn't pass inspection and house #3 - police kicked the door down and raided the house, arresting everyone for possession with intent to distribute) and we did sign a year long lease. Marty's company will make sure that he isn't out any money, though. They paid our Detroit landlord a nice chunk of money - and he was an ass clown. All we have to do is hook him up with the woman form corporate who handles that stuff. The thing is - you go where the job is and for us right now the job is in Mississippi.

Ok, we all know that MS is the abbreviation for Mississippi, right? Typing out Mississippi was fun the first few times but from now on it is MS.

Bragging time. If you don't want to read it, look away now.

So the old neighbor asked me today why we were moving. I told her that we were being transfered, and she asked if we had asked to be transfered and that is when I realized it. No, we didn't ask for it. They asked Marty to go to the new store. They have eleventy billion managers at their disposal and they asked him to be one of the five sent to this new store. Not only that, but they are willing to pay to fly us down to find a house, move us down there... everything. Not too shabby, I suppose.

I am pretty damn proud of him.

And on that note, I am going to bed. Lying Being sentimental takes a lot out of me.