Well, this is it. Today is my last day as a Dallas Texan, and I'm surprisingly sad. It's not the actual city that I'll miss, because let's face it, any right minded person can do without seven laned highways, one-hundred-and-four degree sleeping weather, and x-rated billboards with obscenely catchy slogans like "Ho-Made Pies." It's the friends that I'll miss--you know, the hos who actually make the baked goods. My friends all have exceptional ta-tas and loads of talent in the kitchen. I see many bright futures ahead.
As with any move, we've already had our share of ups and downs. But, for the sake of my own mental health, I'm choosing to look on the bright side of things.
The bad news is--I dropped my cell phone in the unflushed toilet this morning (yes, I was texting from the can). But the good news is--I fished it out within one eighth of a second.
The bad news is--The phone's not working. But the good news is--I've got a spare.
The bad news is--It's packed away somewhere in the moving truck, I've got a job interview on Monday morning, and that's my only source of communication. The good news is--I have a loving husband, a healthy son, and very supportive parents.
Okay, I know that has nothing to do with the cell phone, but I'm having a hard time finding the up side of that situation.
Posts will be light (if at all) for the next few days. But rest assured that I'll bring my camera, and I'll have some killer stories for you when I get home.