So, the good part is that I probably got 20 miles in as I walked back and forth, back and forth sticking my house into a room. Oh. That's right. Into a room. See, we are crazy. Yep. I've notified Hubbend that he is now equally deserving of my crazy certification. We will now move all of that stuff into a storage unit. Now that Mr. International Negotiator is gone and we can breathe a bit. Then when we finally find someone willing to take our down payment for a house, or another job, or rent to us month to month while we wait for the other two to happen, we will move again. Just thinking about it burns calories. Doncha see the sweaty steam rising off the screen there? Whew! We live[d] in a home provided as a business perk. We were not sure what Mr. International Negotiator was going to do. Kick us out on the spot? We put this at about 15% probability. Give us ___ days to turn off the lights and mai...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.