So, I guess the big news is that I’m moving in just over 1 week. Approximately 2,900 miles across the country. To Oregon.
(OH MY GOD – HOW IS IT ONLY 8 DAYS AWAY??? I’M NOT READY!)
Forgive that minor freak out. I’m ok now. I think. Anyway…
As I said, in just 8 short days (!!!) I’ll be pulling up 44 years’ worth of East Coast girl roots, loading up the car, and driving 5 days across the country with my brother and 5 cats (!!!) so I can finally see how the other half (of the country) lives.
The 5 day drive aside for a moment, this move is going to be quite an adjustment. First, I’m moving to an area that is fairly…remote. Where I am now, anything you could possibly want is a 10 minute drive away. Where I’m going, add an hour and a half to that. The closest Target? An hour and a half. The closest Walmart? An hour and a half. A shopping mall? Oh, that’s in Portland…and hour and a half away. Don’t get me wrong, there are grocery stores, gas stations, restaurants, a movie theater…it’s not as if it’s one stop sign and a general store…it’s just that things are not quite as accessible as I am used to. Second, the area we’re moving to is a large dairy farm community. Lots of fields. Fields need fertilizer. Fertilizer smells suspiciously like shit. Really. Sometimes this town literally smells like shit. Thankfully, the house is a few miles outside of town, in the safe-smell zone. The third adjustment is that I will be living in a house with my mother and my daughter…which means I will never get laid again.
BUT…there is a payoff, and here it is:
That, my friends is the view from our new deck…on the 2 days per year that it isn’t raining, anyway. So excited!
So as I briefly mentioned above, I will be driving across the country with 5 cats. Two are mine. Three are my mother’s. They hate each other.
This should be interesting…stay tuned…
Conflatulence! Your mooove must be exciting!
Just think,, you can look forward to all those horny farm boys! And the sheep need a break!
When I was younger I ran into a young lady who was on her way to boot camp. She needed all the sex she could get. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t take advantage of women in distress, but it was my fucking patriotic duty, or maybe my patriotic fucking duty! Any way, I serviced the service member with my member. So if I can be of service please don’t hesitate to call! 410.746.3832.
I can assure you that my inadvertent potty misadventures have declined since my unfortunate bear hunt.
I will miss your humor. Only wish we had enjoyed it in person
Sorry about your sex life. LOL