Well, hello.
Did you know we just moved?
We just moved.
“This is OLD,” says The Man, when pulling up my blog. He is not wrong. I have a bit of writer’s block.
Also, our air conditioner broke on the day we moved in, which would be fine, except for the fact that our air conditioner broke. And that our air conditioner broke at our old house, oh, two months ago. I am still coming to grips with having to replace two air conditioners over one summer.
It’s okay – debt is the American way, right?
I did manage to put together a post elsewhere describing What I Wish I’d Done Before Moving, although it should have carried the subheading “the first in a nine-part series,” because that is how frustrated I am with the moving process.
But in the meantime, we’re getting settled in. My mom comes out on Wednesday for a week. I want to paint the living room and the office; other parties feel that boxes should be unpacked. The Baby turns THREE on Friday, and I can’t. handle. it. He can’t handle it either; he knows that his birthday is coming, but I don’t think he really knows what that entails. So, when frustrated, he yells “I want my birthday!!!”
I tell you what: I want my birthday, too.
“debt is the American way, right?”
If the a/c breaks, then yes.
Someone at a party this weekend asked me if my parents have AC. I tried to explain that AC in Texas is non-negotiable. So non-negotiable.
I was having a discussion with a couple people in my Spanish class yesterday about how much better of a place Oregon is to live than anywhere else. When they heard that I grew up in Minnesota, one of them asked me if it was true that people leave the air conditioner on *all the time*. They seemed to have trouble believing me when I said yes.