**Moving Day**

Murphy moved in to the pad this weekend, as we were attempting to move out.
Ready?

How come nothing goes right when you need it to? For 3 weeks now, our landlord has been bugging us to move because she bought a new house and wants to sell the one we're in. Fair? Sure.

She's got this other house that we can move into right away. So we go to take a look at it and it sucks. It's dirty, the rooms are small and we lost a LOT of Foosball/PingPong/BurningTennisBall game space! (No we don't really play Ping Pong - it's "Table Tennis"). So we finally decide on the weekend before my mom's birthday, so i'd be free the following weekend.

"Murphy, can you hand me that wrench?"

We get to the new place and it's still a sty!! The window sills are caked with black shit, there are cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling, and the whole place smells like the 8 women that were living there before us (not as cool as it sounds).

So we call to get the place "professionally cleaned" and the fucking water isn't turned on!!! I have to call the water company (which is only open Mon-Fri) and have them come out so i can get the maids some freakin' water to hose out the hose with! THEN WE GET TO PAINT!

"Murphy, hand me the paint br-"

NEVERMIND.

So this week, i get to paint this shitty house, i have to call into Jury Duty everyday since Friday, (cause here, you get to "call in" to see if you're needed. Sounds convenient until you realize you have to call in at noon to see if you have a 1pm report time, THE SAME DAY. How can anyone plan for that???).

And then we get to move "again" this weekend.

Happy Birthday, Mom, see you in May.