The Hotness is coming home tonight!!!

****insert happy dance here****

3 weeks is too damn long.

Please know that if you’ve emailed me/called me/stopped by the house over the past couple weeks I’m not avoiding you and I swear to god I’ll get back to you as soon as my schedule chills a little!

Thanks!

A little off topic but when you fart do you immediately claim it aloud to anyone who is nearby or do you silently hope no one notices?

I’m a claimer.

If you need some interesting weekend reading check out the Unabridged Dictionary of Fart Slang

Yeah, it’s not a figment of your imagination…it’s really a new post All sorts of things are a’happenin’ around these parts and I figured I’d drop in and dust this place off a bit before I head to work

My grandparents have been moved into a seniors independent living apartment complex so since Saturday I’ve been over there every spare moment after work helping get them settled into their new life and running errands since neither one drives anymore. It’s pretty surreal and kind of depressing because it seems like just yesterday they were babysitting me. It’s funny how the tables turn like that. But it’s a nice place and it’s full of nice old folks so they should be alright.

The Hotness left for A.T. in California on Saturday as well — it’s some sort of training camp for the folks in the Army Reserve. You prolly know their phrase “two weeks a year one weekend a month”…well it’s actually three weeks a year. He’ll be gone for three whole weeks and as of today they are moving into an area where there will be no cell phone service for Sprint users. I now hate Sprint with a passion.

I’m trying pretty hard not to get depressed about all this. Luckily since it’s all started I haven’t really had time to take a breath and really think about any of it. On the flip side once everything settles down I’ll have unlimited time to get this place back into ship-shape.

In the meantime y’all are invited to my house to keep me company — just call before ya get here so I can sweep all the dust bunnies under the rugs

This whole “having a job outside of the house” is really fuckin’ with my blogging time.

That is all….