A Series of Events

My computer died. The one I just got back? The male end of my charging unit pulled out of the computer, and is currently stuck inside the female end. Crap.

Jen and I were all set to go to our new town Thursday, fill out our paperwork, and settle in to our apartment. I got a phone call Wed. afternoon from my father.


"How would you and Jen like to save money on your rent?" That'd be great. Why?

"Could you take on another roommate?" Dad, no. The reason we're moving into a two-bedroom place instead of saying money at a one-bedroom place, is because we need space. We can't share a room again.

"Your little brother is moving to school there. You could let him live with you. It's only a semester." Dad! Jen and I are signing papers TOMORROW. No. There's not enough room, it won't happen. I haven't even gotten a chance to talk to her about it.

Conversation with Jen:
"We need to talk about our move. Dad just called, (insert details here.)

"NOOO!" Jen, if we say no, Dad'll push the issue until he guilt-trips us into it. Or, he'll say "Fine", and ask us to let Twit stay with us until he finds a place, since we're being jerks and it's so short-notice, and then Twit'll never move out...

"Arrrrrrgh!! This is not fair!! *Temper Tantrum*"


Well, Twit is moving in with us. But, Dad called around, pulled some strings, and did pretty well. We're not sharing a two-bedroom apartment. We're sharing a three-bedroom double-wide trailer house, with a full dining room, living room, kitchen-and-bar, two bathroom, kitchen and laundry room trailer house.

It's gorgeous. It's a mile and a half out of town, on a horse farm, with the most beautiful view. I get the master bedroom-bath combo... And that in itself is bigger than our current apartment.

Glen, Willow, you should stop and visit next time you go to Texas. ;)