Sunday, May 22, 2011

I am not going to make an "I survived the Rapture!" joke.

Seriously. Rapture jokes were old by approximately 6:01PM today.
Just sayin.
It's been a long day folks. Boyfriend is currently in Mexico (he'll be back next week, no worries), and with the end of my apartment's "lease*" looming, that leaves a good chunk of the first move (me to his house) to just little old me. So I'll be the first to admit that the day may have left me just a little too tired for the "OMFG I wasn't raptured LOL ROFL!" business that is EVERYWHERE. We get it. The crazy Christians are crazy. And wrong. Let's move on.
I got a whole car-load done and over with today. I'm proud of that certainly, but I'm bushed.
Bubba is not as enthusiastic about getting everything boxed up as I am. Based on his behavior when the boxes started piling up, I'm pretty sure he remembers when we moved here from Texas three years ago. Being stuck in his crate for 2 full days of driving was understandably traumatic for the little dude. Particularly when that tornado tore through Kansas at the same time we were driving through Dorothy's homeland. Actually, that was pretty traumatic for me too if I'm honest. Don't lie, you'd scream like a little girl too if you were pulling off the interstate frantically searching for a cat-friendly hotel as you watched a funnel touch down in your rear-view mirror.
Bub: I've seen this before.
Mac: It looks like fun! Is it a game?
Bub: No. It's horrible. They are going to put us in tiny boxes just like this stuff for hours and hours.
Mac: I get a box too!? Yay! We can play hide & seek!
Bub: "Challenged" is not a strong enough word for you.
Mac didn't get a box today, but he wasn't entirely a fan of being relegated to the front seat because the backseat was full. Still a car-ride though, so he was happy enough. Box time will come with the flight to Mexico... I won't say I'm not nervous for him.
So much more to move - I'm not quite sure where to start next!
*My job is a live-in position at the College. Which means that my salary is lower, but my apartment is "free" (I earn that free, believe you me.) However, once I am done with the job I'm done with the free home too. With Spring classes wrapping up next month, I've got about three more usable weekends before time's up! If you have some cardboard boxes I'll gladly take 'em off your plate.

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