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It’s cumbersome. And it doesn’t sync with my Blackberry. But at least I don’t have to set up everything again. I did end up adding a bunch of stuff though, like my student loan to the accounts and such. Useful though that is, I’m not a huge fan of the little net worth calculator. It gives me anxiety no matter what it says. Asset here, payment there, still freaking me out.

In my zeal to just be done with it, I made a rookie move and installed and uninstalled a bunch of software, all without rebooting in between. Then impatiently decided to read the news online. Which I think caused Firefox to choke on some javascript and locked up everything.

After repeated attempts to kill the process I decided to pull the battery and managed to send a screw flying into the ether of the house. I’m sure it will land somewhere totally unintelligible, near the missing gift.

I took a test. I’m seriously old to be taking tests. Most particularly timed ones that involve only the most basic common sense that lack thereof would seemingly have caused me to Darwin award myself out of the world far before I reached this place in life. The minute I had to wait between segments stretched out before me endlessly.

I’m pretty sure this is why DH won’t allow me to do certain household tasks, like disable the battery in the fire alarm when it goes off. I would swear that I was married to my ex the time I lost my temper and took out a fire alarm with a baseball bat when the battery wouldn’t come loose. But DH seems to know all about it.

And anyway, it was me who went to the Home Depot and got a new one and replaced the one that I attacked. I opened up the box and made sure the battery would come out in case of wild erroneous blaring due to overcooked chicken or spider in the housing before I left the parking lot.

I realized this week that the loan for DH’s car is somehow in my name. Which I will definitely mention the next time he is really stressing me out. I will mention that he should really let me drive it.

I do not know why DH has escaped moving violation doom (unlike myself). It is a mystery. I’m sure he would claim to be a better driver. He has also taught DD to say that he is always right, except when he is not home. And then I get to be right.

The birthday gift of known location, DD found. Ugh. All day I had been thinking she did not see it there or go in that area at all. She got in the car and said, “Mommy, that Hello Kitty hat in the washroom, is it for me?”

This is how life has been:  three days last week pack grandmas apartment.  Saturday, move furniture.  Sunday go to Home Depot, buy shelves and Rubbermaid tub.  Hang shelves to have somewhere to put some stuff.  Arrange stuff on shelves.  Shelves and area around look better.  The rest of the house and me, look like Hell.

Tub is for Christmas stuff from Grandma.  Try to pack half in box marked donate.  DD knows the word donate.  This is one of her sight words.  She yells, No Mom, I like this don’t donate it! She’s four.  She likes everything.

Today, Monday, clean out remains of apartment.  Car bulging like I’m running away from home.  Turn in key.  Hallelujah.

Return home.  House and me still look like Hell.  Nobody has been to grocery.  No dinner.  DH kindly cooks. Yeah!  I still look like Hell but am fed.  Shower.

Ugh.

It looks like I we are moving.  Saturday, after moving Grandmas furniture, we loaded up the truck with stuff to be rid of from our place.  Did I mention we are tired?

This is the antique thermometer.  Cute isn’t he?

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