March 2nd, 2014



It's been a busy couple of days. BG moved again, lord help me, and we had stuff to do. I love that she thought we shouldn't worry about helping out but when you have a dad like Mr. R, that's not an option. I was *more* than willing to sit this one out--just send encouraging texts, kind of thing--but no. Mr. R had to leap to assist. Which meant I had to go, of course.

My friends, when you are a sedentary person, climbing three flights of stairs several times is painful and crippling. If I was a horse, they'da shot me. Should have shot me. I was one raging cramp, from ass to toes and today, I feel like I spent all night getting my ass kicked. SO SORE.

I wasn't even all that helpful. *pout*

The new apartment is lovely but the neighborhood is scary as hell--there's an empty lot full of garbage *right* across from their front door! *WAILS!!!!!!* Oh lord, when will this child give up this wild idea of independence and move back home where she belongs?

What? You're giving me that look.