Well, it looks like I'm done with work. For-ev-er. Wow, that was a big exaggeration. What I meant to say was "for a very long time" (unless the need arises again, of course I will be more than willing). Now I suddenly feel useless. I suppose I should make myself feel useful by cleaning the house and getting organized but I'm going to wait until tomorrow and soak in the fact that I don't HAVE to get up early any more. Well, for at least the next 5 weeks.
FIVE WEEKS?!?!
Sorry, I just had a momentary breakdown, but I'm done. So anyway, tomorrow we are going to some yardsales to see if we can find a dresser, crib, and a highchair (along with anything else that is cheap and strikes my fancy). Then we are going to see some mobile homes for a possible relocation before Isaiah comes. Now before you go all panicky, we will be very careful in choosing a place to live. We do not want to live in one of those "trailer parks" with a bad reputation, but are looking for a very quiet, family friendly "mobile home park." If we don't find a place that is comparable to what we pay for rent now within a week, then we will forget the whole idea of moving until our lease is up at the end of December. Who wants to risk going into labor right smack in the middle of packing/moving/unpacking? Certainly not this 35-week pregnant gal! The thought of that happening sends shivers down my spine. Or maybe it's just the thought of going into labor.
Oh, I almost forgot. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHARD!!
That's my brother, he's 26 today.
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