A Little Run DMC Never Hurt No One
I got back from DC last night only to realize that the tenants had not yet moved out. My second words to the husband where probably a little to harsh when he explained that they had asked for an extra day due to the fact that the storage place was closed yesterday (Duh. Everything is closed for Mardi Gras. But then again, should I expect people who can’t pay their rent on time to plan ahead for this phenomenon?)
I took a deep breath and enjoyed a quiet evening of chicken wings and good company. We settled into bed and I was awakened around 4 AM by clomping next door. They must have been packing and the sound echoed through the empty apartment. I was a little pissed especially when I ended up puking (I’m REALLY wondering if it’s anxiety – I figure if I can at least convince myself of that then I can conquer it).
This morning immediately after I awoke, I dug out a pair of heels from my closet and stomped around the house. I also turned up the music very loud and achieved great satisfaction in screaming “WHO’S HOUSE? RUN’S HOUSE!”
I’ve told The Husband that if they are not out by the time I come home, I’m removing the front and back doors. I’m pretty sure that’s not legal but neither is squatting. This is why I clearly state that I don’t want friends as tenants. No one should have to endure this passive aggressiveness unless there is a marriage certificate involved.
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My brother and his girlfriend ran me ragged over the long weekend. The walking was very good for me and I tried to limit my whining. I didn’t get sick once. Sometimes I wonder if I’m really pregnant since I can’t see any difference. I can feel that my abdomen is harder but my belly fat conceals any signs of showing. I’m really not complaining since I can still fit into my clothes which surprised The Doc.
I took a deep breath and enjoyed a quiet evening of chicken wings and good company. We settled into bed and I was awakened around 4 AM by clomping next door. They must have been packing and the sound echoed through the empty apartment. I was a little pissed especially when I ended up puking (I’m REALLY wondering if it’s anxiety – I figure if I can at least convince myself of that then I can conquer it).
This morning immediately after I awoke, I dug out a pair of heels from my closet and stomped around the house. I also turned up the music very loud and achieved great satisfaction in screaming “WHO’S HOUSE? RUN’S HOUSE!”
I’ve told The Husband that if they are not out by the time I come home, I’m removing the front and back doors. I’m pretty sure that’s not legal but neither is squatting. This is why I clearly state that I don’t want friends as tenants. No one should have to endure this passive aggressiveness unless there is a marriage certificate involved.
My brother and his girlfriend ran me ragged over the long weekend. The walking was very good for me and I tried to limit my whining. I didn’t get sick once. Sometimes I wonder if I’m really pregnant since I can’t see any difference. I can feel that my abdomen is harder but my belly fat conceals any signs of showing. I’m really not complaining since I can still fit into my clothes which surprised The Doc.
I saw two good friends in DC as well. It was a nice treat.
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I like…
Apples
Apple Juice
Iced Grande Light Ice 2% Chai’s
Guacamole
Cabot Cheese
Diet Coke (I normally HATE Diet Coke and I don’t drink a lot of cola anyway. I also think it’s awful to see pregnant women drinking soda, especially diet soda but for some reason it makes my tummy happy.)
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Since I have vivid memories of seeing the following enter and exit my mouth, I don’t like…
Raw Carrots
Indian Food
I like…
Apples
Apple Juice
Iced Grande Light Ice 2% Chai’s
Guacamole
Cabot Cheese
Diet Coke (I normally HATE Diet Coke and I don’t drink a lot of cola anyway. I also think it’s awful to see pregnant women drinking soda, especially diet soda but for some reason it makes my tummy happy.)
Since I have vivid memories of seeing the following enter and exit my mouth, I don’t like…
Raw Carrots
Indian Food
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