The apartment across the street from us has had a for rent sign up all week. And all week I’ve entertained thoughts of strapping all our shit on our backs and traipsing across the road to settle in. The main motivator being that their driveway gets plowed out in the winter, since it is partially shared with the antiques store parking lot. Today I finally called the number on the sign and just asked what the rent was, and if it was the whole house back there… it’s not. There are apparently two apartments, which I can’t figure out. I’ve lived here, like, five years almost. How could I not have noticed two sets of residents over there? That can’t be right. Where do they park? Do they ever leave the house? Are they allergic to sunshine? Anyway, the rent is TWICE what we pay here. Heat and electricity are included in the rent there, and the available apartment has one extra bedroom… but it’s definitely not worth the move. And so we will stay here another almost five years. Unless we win the lotto. Or are evicted. The good news is that I now re-appreciate our cheap rent.

I really really want to send Mrs. Mullet an email with the title “Hot Poker in my ass – is that what Chuck had?” … just because she said not to. I have no real ass complaints to make though, so I will try to hold myself back. I could probably tell her about how, sometimes? You can’t avoid “dropping off the kids at someone elses pool“… some of us have sudden onset bowel movements. TMI? Probably. But I blame the whole lack of a gall bladder thing. It’s tragic really. PS I really like Mrs. Mullet’s blog. She doesn’t only talk about asses and poops. I swear it.

Jeff’s birthday is coming up, June 10th. His present is sitting in the corner of this room, wrapped all haphazardly. He has threatened to tear it open a time or two, but he won’t For fear of his LIFE. He thinks he knows what it is. But I think he is close, but wrong. Well, on one thing. The other thing is the only thing he actually requested, so he’s right there. But if he’s here reading this just to see if I out his gift? It’s not that. It’s a lego’s set. A Disney Princess Lego Set. So there. Now – beat it!

After that is Father’s Day, and I feel bad for my step-father this year. And Jeff’s dad. Since we are Broke.As.Hell. I’m sure we’ll be able to swing something, but definitely nothing over the top. Sigh.

And then that same weekend, on June 20th, my friend Kelly is getting married. And I am one of her bridesmaids. So we will be off partying into the the night. That’s funny, because we are not the partying kind. Ha! But we will be in attendance, and will try not to be the first losers to escape to our hotel room for SWEET SWEET SLEEP.

Which, by the way, I do too much of. I really think I have a sleep disease. I sleep all night, and half the day on weekends, plus I have been napping like crazy… and never really feel awake. I honestly think it’s time to have my thyroid checked. My mother had an over-active thryoid and ended up having to have it dissolved. I can’t figure out whether I think mine is over or under active, I’ve got symptoms from both camps. Fatigue being the biggest one that is listed for both. Anyway. All I’ll have to do is mention it to my mother and she will physically force me to make an appointment to have the blood test done. So I will surely know eventually.

And to wrap things up… I admit I fell off the Nablopomo wagon this month. Actually, I kind of jumped off. Last Sunday. I just didn’t want to anymore, damn it. So I didn’t. And I won’t be signing up this month, either. Which you could probably guess. I’ll still be around here and there though. Of course. I never really disappear for long. Happy summer everyone!