What is meant to be will be.

Yesterday my mom told me that my downstairs neighbor (I live on one side of downstairs and they rent the other half) is moving out by next month. Normally I would find it annoying because that means another round of posting ads, answering calls and showing people around.

BUT…I WANT IT.

I want to move in there and not have to share downstairs with anyone but Albert. Honestly I would love a little more space for us because as much as I love him, I NEED MY SPACE! I also desperately need a bigger closet for my purses and clothes. Stacking purses on the floor just isn’t that great.

That closet on the other hand…Now we are talking. If we moved over there would be two bedrooms instead of the one and a full kitchen. And I call dibs on that second room for a closet room.

Only problem is of course: $$. I currently don’t have a job and neither does Albert. Hopefully the places I applied to the last little while will call me back. I seriously want a full time job.

Stupid liars who said being a nurse means a guaranteed job.

A little belated but GO CANADA, GO!

Today as Albert and I were walking the dogs we saw two guys pushing a red pickup truck along the main road. Albert turned to me and excitedly told me to “yell GO CANADA baby, go….GO!”.

When I told him no, he said “come on, yell GO CANADA, GOOOOO FOR THE GOOOLLLDDDD!”.

Dweeb.

Complete dweeb.