the story of how we're not moving. and qvc. sort of.

so the other day i felt like i was truly a blogger.

remember how i told you guys that i was going to do a bday post and then tell you of the hatred that is finding a new place to live?

well, now we’re not fucking moving.

and my second thought (after omjesus, thank you!) was “DAMMIT.  THERE GOES MY DAMN BLOG FODDER.  SHIT SHIT SHIT.”

third thought being “hi mom. i know i cussed like a trucker on my blog. but i was upset. am still your little angel! promise!”

anyway.

eff.

not moving.

sidenote, listening to QVC (shaddup) and there’s a lady who just called in who ordered this totally adorable necklace for her daughter that is a heart with angel wings and she said “i ordered it for my daughter because she is my sweetheart and my angel.” that totally could have been my mommy.  if i had recognized the voice, i may have thought it was.

so remember the time that i didn’t have blog fodder so i rambled about not moving and qvc and how much my mom still loves me even if i don’t always act like a lady?

that was a good day.

i’m so happy we aren’t moving.

because everything we’ve looked at is either: a. out of our price range or b. not somewhere i would let my worst enemy live.  in fact when i was speaking of whom i would not allow to live there, i named names.  i meant business.

so.

moving sucks.

glad we aren’t.

would really like a walk-in closet.

if you have a spare.