Trading Spaces
I have been without my beloved computer for over a month now. Even as I am typing on the Rascal's laptop,my beloved computer sits on the basement floor, cold and disassembled. But not without good reason. I have traded my spot in the shade of Vulcan's lucious ass for the simple life in Charles Barkley's hometown.
I'm talking about moving from Homewood to Leeds. The Rascal and I decided to move in together, rather I should move in with him and shortly there after commenced the longest move ever recorded in human existence. Or, so it would seem. I have until Friday to complete the migration and there are still 2 beds and 2 car loads of boxes left.
Wish me luck.
Angelbaby is happy that she has a yard to play in and a place to ride her bike. I haven't been able to fully enjoy my new residence because my mind has been on geting all my stuff here. But two nights ago I saw I did see a deer crossing my street. And much like the T.V. show Trading Spaces, we have alrealy had our first disagreement over paint color. I'm not going to say who won but her first name rhymes with Pirish.
On a final note, does anyone need a set of mattresses? We have 3 extra sets in the basement, keeping my computer company. Queen, full,& twin.