Operation Ball Destruction was successful. Poor Jake is completely out of it right now and can barely stand up. But it’s for the best.
We had a trainers meeting over the lunch hour. A lot of news. Most of it had nothing to do with me. Actually if we’re being real, none of it had anything to do with me and it never does. Boss Man got emotional.
David got into a car accident. Well. He got rear ended. Apparently the guy doing the hitting ended up with the most damage. I am officially paranoid. I also, nearly, got into an accident myself on the way to work.
Found out the building is closed Friday. Happy dance of joy.
We are indeed moving. I know I’ve brought it up a bunch but it looks like it’s a reality. I hate moving, especially now with the critters but living in this apartment is getting ridiculous. Sooooo that’s happening. We found a couple of cute houses that we’re going to contact to get more info…So when I start bitching in a month or so that moving is tedious, remind me that it was a good idea before.
I had a dream last night that my mom told me she didn’t care about me anymore and wasn’t interested in keeping our relationship. I woke up crying. I told her about it later and she said I was crazy and it would never happen.
And that’s life.