I just can't look. Its killing me
I spoke to my real estate agent about the house that dropped the price. She went to look at it and though it is adorable, she assured me that it was over priced. We're back at square one now on that front. There are no new listings that are worth anything as of yet so now its a waiting game. Waiting is not one of my talents but I am trying to just keep calm about the whole business. Not like we will be homeless.
We have contracted a moving company though! Unfortunately the Army is only going to pay for the weight of the shipment and not labour, etc. Its still easier than bloody doing it ourselves.
My belly is officially larger than my ass now. In fact its MUCH larger. Not sure when that happened. My belly button is nearly flush with my tummy. I am worried its going to pop out. In which case I will be ready with a wiffle ball bat to beat it back in like one of those arcade games where you beat the gopher on the head as soon as it pops up. Maybe some tickets will pop out of the hole that my belly button piercing left if I win. Those would be some tiny tickets...
That made no sense.
Just go with it.
In other news its good having Scott home all the time now. Though when I get stressed out, even though I'm not saying anything at all he goes. "JESUS WOMAN CALM DOWN!!!" or something of the sort and in a non-shouty voice. He's been saying I have a sad face on. Am not sad though. Just in serious business mode.
The other day I was in a ponderous haze and I looked at Scott, all serene and playing a game so calmly, and I blurted out "sometimes I feel like the world is spinning too fast and I am dizzy and you are the only still thing I can focus on." To which he responded with a blank blinking stare and a mumble about that being 'a nice thing to say'. Its true though.
I don't like this feeling of running out of time and seeming to have no end in sight at the same time. That makes no sense to you, probably, but makes perfect sense to me.
I have so much to say and elaborate on but am far too uncoordinated to continue my battle with this laptop. Its kicking my ass.
We have contracted a moving company though! Unfortunately the Army is only going to pay for the weight of the shipment and not labour, etc. Its still easier than bloody doing it ourselves.
My belly is officially larger than my ass now. In fact its MUCH larger. Not sure when that happened. My belly button is nearly flush with my tummy. I am worried its going to pop out. In which case I will be ready with a wiffle ball bat to beat it back in like one of those arcade games where you beat the gopher on the head as soon as it pops up. Maybe some tickets will pop out of the hole that my belly button piercing left if I win. Those would be some tiny tickets...
That made no sense.
Just go with it.
In other news its good having Scott home all the time now. Though when I get stressed out, even though I'm not saying anything at all he goes. "JESUS WOMAN CALM DOWN!!!" or something of the sort and in a non-shouty voice. He's been saying I have a sad face on. Am not sad though. Just in serious business mode.
The other day I was in a ponderous haze and I looked at Scott, all serene and playing a game so calmly, and I blurted out "sometimes I feel like the world is spinning too fast and I am dizzy and you are the only still thing I can focus on." To which he responded with a blank blinking stare and a mumble about that being 'a nice thing to say'. Its true though.
I don't like this feeling of running out of time and seeming to have no end in sight at the same time. That makes no sense to you, probably, but makes perfect sense to me.
I have so much to say and elaborate on but am far too uncoordinated to continue my battle with this laptop. Its kicking my ass.