A person really learns a lot about themselves when unpacking boxes to move into a new home. The task requires you to touch every single item you own and sometimes you begin to question yourself. Take coffee cups for example. Coffee to me is one of the ten best things in life. I
own 32 coffee cups but can only drink out of one at a time. Why do I insist on taking up so much cupboard space for cups I never use?!
There are only a few coffee mugs I will drink out of because I have pretty high standards for my coffee. The cup must be ceramic so I can wrap my hands around it and warm up my fingers in the morning. Plastic or glass is a definite no, no. The mug has to hold two cups or more and it has to have a cool saying or the name of a cool place on it. The last thing I need in the morning is to be pissed off looking at a boring coffee mug. I love coffee mugs to the point of having my book covers on coffee mugs! (But I don’t drink out of them because they are too small and I don’t want the ink to fade.)
But again, 32 is a little much and most of them are boring. The thought of 32 people joining me for coffee in the morning causes me anxiety and gives me an urge to run. I don’t like mornings, or people and I definitely don’t like sharing my coffee. So where the hell did all these mugs
come from anyway? Some match my dishes so I don’t want to give those up and some were gifts. And deep down inside I have a fear that someone will come over and expect coffee served in a mug they gave me for a gift. But that’s stupid isn’t it?! But still I fantasize about someone coming over and me giving them coffee in the stupid, ugly, tiny mug they gave me while they are drooling over the way cool mug that I’m drinking out of. They are green with envy and vow to themselves to never ever give anyone a stupid little mug again. That would send a perfect message wouldn’t it?! Bastards. They are the very reason I don’t have cupboard space.
Time Warner Cable
Getting moved in and settled requires cable hook-up so I took care of that right away. After the fact my husband called to make some changes on the account and he was told he was not authorized. Man was he pissed. He explained that he paid the cable bill and that it was his house
and that he had the right to make changes on the account but the rep wouldn’t budge. I could see the pain and hurt in his eyes as he handed the phone to me and I had to verbally authorize him to make changes on the account. He was looking at the floor when I handed the phone back to him. Life just isn’t fair sometimes. But I’m sending out a knuckle bump to the rep at Time Warner. Honey you rock!
A few days ago while drinking my morning coffee (out of a really cool cup) I spotted a mouse peeking out at me from underneath the laundry room door. We live in the country so mice are just something we are
going to have to learn to deal with every now and then. I was feeling pretty happy when the cats spotted the mouse and took chase. Initially I was afraid that Maddie would pee herself because frankly everything scares the crap out of Maddie and God forbid she would get hurt chasing it because I certainly don’t want to EVER have to take her in the car
They didn’t catch the mouse but I figured they were new at this and their instincts would kick in and they would learn to hunt mice. No such luck with these fat and lazy diva cats. Three days later I bought some mouse traps and caught the mouse the same day. Here is a picture of Rose laying on the box of mouse traps.