We moved. I got a cold the day after we got in the new house. I had no voice yesterday. I know all that sounds like fun, a real barrel of laughs, and then...
Last night walking across the bedroom there was a spongy squish, squish. It was monsooning outside, they reported winds were over 108 kilometers an hour.
Today they came and pulled up my new bedroom's carpet. The corner of it's lying tented over an obnoxiously loud blower to dry the pad and all the rest of it.
I'm choking on deodorizer fumes from the "cleanup".
When my four year old makes his nightly 2am mommy call, he's likely to walk into either a moving box or my bed, which is inconveniently shoved against one of my bedroom doors.
I'm considering moving my mattress into the hallway, but then I'd have to go downstairs to watch the American Idol finale which is so incredibly-over-the-top-incredible, I can't take my eyes off it.*
The wind has blown and blown and blown. It's howling outside my window right now.
I've never lived higher than sea level, and the whole living on a hill thing is different. It's like we're trapped in a wind tunnel, it's weird and cool and I like it but it makes me a little nervous-- a good nervous.
The carpet is wet and my bedroom smells like toxic chemicals mixed with deodorizer.
And I'm about this close to needing a ventilator; I'm not sure if it's due to the deodorizer fumes, or the cold I've had since the day after we moved in.
Omigod, KISS. What the hell is going on here? Their tongues sure are long, wow.*
The wind's whipping my window screens around. I love window screens. This house rocks and I won't have flies anymore. Did I mention how many flies there are in Sydney?
Sadly, that makes the perfect segue to the unfortunate incident of having stepped in dog crap today while "carefully" carrying my kids across the grass to my car, to avoid dog poop. I had to wash my shoes with a dishbrush to get it off. Hmmm, did I use that to wash the dishes tonight? Psyche (that was for my neurotic husband), ah-hahahahaha.
Omigod, is that Steven Martin? Is he going to sing?*
And funny enough, my husband and I just keep looking at each other and thinking-- this is the best place we have ever lived, we are sooo going to enjoy it here. Which now that I think about it, is the same thing we said about the last place we lived.
Is that Queen? Holy shit.*
My husband just said, "I'm just stunned that guy lost, it just pisses me off." I know babe, I really can't believe Adam lost either, this shit's really messed up. And then for the tenth time, my husband says he doesn't really think The Blind Guy is blind.*
*If you didn't watch the American Idol finale you may not understand.
Oh, and there's one more thing... have you ever said "hot beef injection" to your mother?
I did... she asked if it was a soup.