Back in the Saddle Again

[catelin]

After four days of back-breaking 12-hour days, I'm finally moved and the old place is just a memory. The slumlord sent me several threatening letters demanding various amounts of money depending on her mood. I tolerated it for as long as I could, but finally ended up sending a nasty little missive to her on the intricacies of contract law. Haven't heard a peep from her since, other than a polite "thank you" for the balance of my last month's rent. I'm still surrounded by mountains of unpacked boxes but I'm gloriously happy and not quite convinced that this isn't some strange dream. I went back to work today, giddy and exhausted...desperately longing for the weekend.

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[strike-anywhere.livejournal.com]

you rule cate.

I remember the house we had in MN.

Since both H and I were working like dogs, we had a bedroom that was filled with nothing but pack, unnecessary crappy.

To sell the house and make it appear bigger, we moved all of it, all with a heaping helping from around the house to the basement.

Glad to have you back.

you've been missed.

(note the time. I don't want to be up now, but the new Lord of the mannor insists. he seems to feel it is his RIGHT to not have to sleep in a poopy diaper... I suppose he is his father's son.)

[catelin.livejournal.com]

Hehehe! The life of Poppa Bear! It makes me grin seeing how much you are digging this Daddy gig. I just knew you were right for the part. : )

[strike-anywhere.livejournal.com]

thanks darlin'.

Your ability to do this alone has raised my assesment of the level of your character into the relm of sainthood.