Category: Ex Trailer Trash

One more day of vacation.  Hard as it is to fathom, I’ll be glad to go back to work.  We’ve nearly got the place put together (only reason for the lack of photo-age is that I’m still on the laptop and don’t have any photo editor installed here.)  I’m nearly back to my normal level…

The old apartment is officially over and done with at last, spotless and history!  Furthermore they’re handing us back $150 more in deposits than I was expecting.  I won’t see the deposit money for a few weeks but that’s okay too. After all the grief yesterday I didn’t know how long it would take to…

Yeah, we’re hot shots all right.  We’re hot – as in, moving in the middle of the summer – and shot, as in our bodies are shot to hell! But we are officially moved now, all the stuff is here and we’re beginning to see something that resembles organization.  Most of the organization is directly…

The girls are both sore but basically okay after their early-morning misadventure.  (Details back one entry – link here if you missed it.)  Boyfriend, on the other hand, is cooling his heels in a hospital bed for at least several days.  He texted out alerts to the world at large that he’d gotten his ass…

Oh boy girls…. It’s barely past o’dark thirty on a Sunday morning yet I sit tapping keys on the computer rather than being snuggled up in the throes of sweet, sweet slumber.  (Or something like that.) Why, you ask? Well, it’s an interesting story with a bit of a twist.  Hear it all out before…