just wait til I tell the rest... after I finish moving.

on the 3rd day of christmas...

if i had had a moment to breathe, I probably would have blogged this weekend. I got a couple hours of sleep. I was up til 2 am last night finishing xmas presents and cleaning up the mess that said gifts created. Hopefully dad won't notice the teeny tiny hole I accidentally drilled in the table before I knew the drill actually worked. Hopefully mom will think the telltale brown stains on the carpet in various locations around the house are fudge. Hopefully emily is as keen on cleaning tomorrow as she talked glibly about tonight. hopefully I won't have any calls tonight on the aid unit. it's always the 2 am puker who has been sick since noon and is just too tired to drive themselves to the hospital so the doctor can tell them they're fine and send them home to continue vomiting. on a tuesday night, that's pretty standard. it's getting colder outside, which makes me excited about the new Alaskan winter ale that is NOT in mom and dad's house, but chilling respectfully in my car, which incidentally has a dead battery. maybe I should take the $4900 that one dude offered me for the 'hoe.

I pretty much have no skin left on my hands and my fingernails are broken and peeled down to the nubs from the various cleaning agents I have been using, both at home and at Peter's job site, cleaning up after the crew. Pete paid me yesterday, and it was $445. for less than 5 hours of work, I'll take it. It also happened to be almost the exact amount that I needed to send to Jenn for my rent deposit. On my house. My new house. I am so excited. space, room, my own... it is worth almost everything to me. I can't wait to get there, to build a fire, make a bed and sleep.

Wieners

I turned the Daschunds into like candy dogs. I was tired of cleaning
up pee. (actually this is halle's artwork)

On the 5th day of...

So. I made the mistake of leaving my purse on the floor last night. Bijour and Cinnamon found the treat bag of dreamy dark chocolate truffles and candies from the costco christmas party. Now it will be even harder to distinguish the spots of fudge on the rug from small helpers and the telltale remnants of a wiener dog holiday candy orgy. I vote we put in hardwood floors next week. seriously. I'm not kidding.

Speaking of next week, when I am moving, I hope you are all ready to come and load up another uhaul. I found a house, and I am actually excited. You are all invited to come visit (or live) with me in my rambling log cabin on the river. It's like heaven, only a little colder. I am super excited to see if Truck loses weight chasing deer, or running from the neighbor's pellet gun. I'm gonna have to have a talk with trent. maybe I can trade him a case of beer for dog trespassing rights.

The girls left me last night, with their arms full of their most prized posessions. I missed them before they even left, after all the time I have spent fantasizing about my "time off". The nice thing about being in Northport is that when they have the holidays at the other house, I will just be right down the road. It feels good. I know it's not the forever answer, but it feels good.

Another discovery I made yesterday was that the back yard is no longer daschund proof. They found a breach in the air/space continuum and have been making chronic treks to the Boyds porch, just to see if anyone is home. Well, that's why cinnamon goes. Bijour is looking for more chocolate. I am still bitter about that, if you didn't know. So that means I can't leave the chocolate consumers outside to do their evil deeds while I am at work. Hardwood floors?

oops... gotta get dressed for work. it's the holidays.

What?

Jogging in carhartts? In the rain? Who does that? I got chafed on my
inner thighs just watching the poor man.

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Dear Santa:

Please send me a professional carpet cleaner before mom gets home.

Yours truly,
Me

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