Friday, May 4, 2012


When life gives you that certain little, “Oh, you look mighty comfortable, why don’t I go ahead and kick you in the balls!” May the fourth be with you.

We may be moving. Again. Like, real soon. If there is anything I despise, it is moving. Oh, the packing is easy enough, but the actual moving of stuff is just, well, annoying. I have a feeling we’ll be getting rid of even more stuff than we did last time not because we don’t want it anymore but because we just don’t want to have to move it.

May the fourth be with you.

When paying rent, our landlord informed me that circumstances might be changing really soon and he would need to move back in to his house. Which is where we live. Which means we would have to move out. Which means maybe our next living arrangement will have to be [gasp] an apartment.

May the fourth be with you.

Can we find something that takes both dogs and cats and still be affordable? What about the chickens? What if we have to eat eggs bought from the store?

May the fourth be with you.

But then I tell myself there is no use worrying about the future. If you do, you’ll forget to live in the now. Tomorrow will come, but today will disappear into yesterday. So May the fourth be with you.

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