I've been informed by one of the few people I know who actually reads this blog that I'm a little behind in my posting. And looking at the calendar I realize she's right. Been a couple of weeks. But I have an excuse, a good one. I'm getting ready to punt the kid out of the nest.
We came one step closer yesterday -- picked up the keys, arranged for renter's insurance, and shopped for the last few things on our list of essentials. And some not so essential. But hey, why have an alarm clock that only allows you to wake up to whatever happens to be playing on the local radio station when you can select your wakeup song on your IPod? 'The times they are a changin.'
We've done pretty well so far, the kid and I, buying stuff, packing stuff, making stuff. We've managed to do it all without coming to blows. Until yesterday. Maybe we were tired. Or hungry. Or had to pee. But the thing that nearly did us in? Toilet paper. It came down to Cottonelle vs Royale. Me? Whichever is on sale. I mean, think about what you do with it. And then you flush it. That's literally money down the toilet. Oh, I have standards. No one ply sandpaper for me. But two comparable brands? It's a no brainer. Or so I thought. Cottonelle was cheaper. I put it in the buggy. We were exiting the aisle when a certain someone muttered something about not liking that brand but "whatever". Okay, you know things are getting tense when the "whatever" comes out. I muttered something about waiting until she has to pay for it herself then we'd see what brand she picks as I stuffed the Cottenelle back on the shelf and tossed the Royale into the buggy.
I wasn't ready to kill her yet, I informed her. I just wanted to maim her. Maim? she said. What does that mean? Disfigure? Yep, I said. And draw blood. Wasn't she ready to kill me yet? I asked. No, she said. She only wanted to punch me. Hmmm, guess my fuse was a little shorter than hers.
Just to be on the safe side I'm thinking I better wet my powder before we start loading boxes.
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