Moving

Today as we were driving to the grocery store (Harris Teeter–I feel like I should be wearing a waistcoat and ordering mint juleps instead of buying apple juice and crispix) my Mom said, “The first thing I did this morning was check your blog. There was nothing…” in this disappointed voice, as if she thought I had somehow managed to update my blog while simultaneously moving furniture and unpacking boxes with her over the past few days. Luckily, our apartment now has the Internet! Unluckily, the wireless router is still MIA so the only place to get it is in the corner of the one room that has no furniture. So, that’s where I am, skillfully avoiding figuring out how to hang up my bike in a closet with the use of a stud finder, which, believe me, is not what it sounds like.

Here are the deets of the past few days. Sorry I don’t have pictures yet:

Trixie and I had a pretty uneventful drive up here (apart from my exciting appearance on the fabled NASCAR News). For some reason, she kept insisting that I only listen to Britney Spears, which I think was some form of psychological warfare. Unfortunately for her, the book tape I brought, I’d Tell You I Love You, But then I’d Have to Kill You was more than enough retaliation. The reader seemed to be under the impression that teen girls all sound like My Little Pony: The Animated Series characters, with a variety of bad accents. Seriously, just like this:

Seriously, right down to the oddly Southern pony who is obsessed with sun hats. I only got halfway through the story, but it’s pretty much exactly what you would expect from a book whose premise is “teen girls who are also spies!” They use their spy powers to snoop around boys’ houses, mostly.

Due to my own laziness, Trixie won Roadtrip: The Lightning Round. As she claimed her medal (pictures later), she graciously said that it was only fair, since she was the only one literally pulling her own weight this summer. I was forced to concede. Anyway, at least I got second, arriving a mere six hours before Steven Wiggins.

Top Three Best Things About Our New Apartment
1. Stairs
2. Giant kitchen
3. LIGHTNING BUGS

Hopefully the shipping company/scam artists that Steven hired to take his/my Houston stuff here will arrive on Monday. Personally, I fear that I will never see my fashionable red microwave again.

One response to “Moving”

  1. Brian says:

    Giant kitchen = awesome.
    My roommates and I stole wireless internet from our neighbors this whole past school year.

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