I am so happy that it's Friday. And not only is it Friday, but it's a LONG weekend! Not that I have any plans whatsoever, which actually makes me feel a little lonely. But still, it's Friday.
My landlady called and my apartment is done. I'm "moving back" this weekend. Only to live there for a month while packing up all my stuff just to move out officially. With nowhere to go after that. Yes, ladies and gentlemen- it appears that I will be the 29-year-old single white female who has to stay with her parents for a month or two. The shame! But heck, we do what we have to do. Why don't I just go find a new apartment, you ask? Well, remember me talking about how I've got some big decisions to make? There is a possibility of me moving to Kansas to live with my mom there. That's not a choice that can be made lightly, and I need some time to think about it. So I'll be staying with my dad until I decide direction I want my life to go. I don't want to sign a lease on an apartment only to realize that moving to Kansas is something that I really want. But I may not even decide to move there. So there you have it.
I went to a sex toy party and they handed out these little rubber pencil tops in the shape of a penis. I thought they were funny, and ended up putting mine on a light switch at my house. It's been there so long that I have completely forgotten about it. When my landlady called to tell me the apartment was done, she said
"Oh, and you know that green plastic thing on your light switch?"
It took me a minute to even realize what she was talking about.
"Oh, yah", I said.
She said "Well, I had left it there the whole time all the workers were there. I think they'd look at me with a twinkle in their eye since it's my house. Well, Eric (her slightly autistic son that I hate) saw it and once he realized what it was, grabbed it and threw it in the garbage. He said that you shouldn't have it. I'd replace it, but I don't know where to find one."
I replied "I completely forgot about it and it's not a big deal."
So we are fine with that, except when I give her my notice, that's going to be something I use. That no matter what it is, my privacy and property has been violated. That there was no reason for Eric to be in my apartment in the first place. That I don't feel like I can trust that my personal space is my personal space anymore. Sound good, people?
Yesterday was Michael's Birthday. He left to go camping after I went to work yesterday so I knew I wouldn't see him. I'm taking him out to lunch or dinner on Monday to celebrate and give him his gifts. But I DID try to be cute..... I bought him a piece of Oreo cake, a box of candles, matches, a card, and his favorite jalepeno stuffed olives (YUCK). Wrapped it all with a bow and left it on the counter for him. I wanted him to feel special since he told me that none of his friends and only a few family members ever remember his birthday. (Great friends.....) Hopefully it made him feel a little bit loved on the day he was born. I like being cute sometimes. It's the romantic in me, what can I say?
I will leave you with a video clip from the UK show "Balls of Steel". Pranks and the like. Makes me giggle.