All the FUCKING way.

I'm taking a guilty wife break as I hear dh tearing into another box behind me. Which he loaded in the truck and then unloaded into the apartment by himself. I'll be eyeballs deep in a year of blow jobs if I don't get off my ass, soon. Sorry, Momma.

I'd feel a little bit better about justifying my time in front of the computer these days if I had a penny to show for it. Apparently, you're supposed to be a billionaire before you get a job, because they won't pay you until Christmas. It'll be rocks in socks at the H's this Christmas Eve.

The new kiddies have graciously bestowed upon me their loving germs in the form of a godawful head banging sinus clogging chest thundering throat skinning virus. Nice to feel loved, eh? Now I think twice before I let them hold my hand.

We have relocated in our apartment, much to my discontent. Family dinners with ph, tba, and dh were a highlight to the day although, I can do without the added weight. Which I will quickly run off at our "gym". Oddly enough, whereas dh and I were one of the oldest married couples in our building in Japan, here we are the youngest of all our neighbors, by about say...30 years. It's a hoot. But, if I must say so myself, not a smart call by the leasing department. How do they know we don't sacrifice small animals in our spare time?

The same 28 foot truck that dropped our stuff off is still parked where the driver so thoughtfully left it. Dh and I have decided to incur the wrath of our landlady (who understands our dilemma but must have it moved TODAY!) since they didn't charge us the 75 per diem "holding charge" that would've put us out 600. Lesser of two weevils, I say.

Cruella De Vil has decided that not only does she want child support, she'd also like us to pay 2/3rds of her rent, since the boys are no longer her biological children but are now moonlighting as her tenants. If we pay a majority of her rent? I'm quitting my job and movin' on in. I think she lives on some planet where...well, I still would like to maybe not go to hell, so I'll just say that she definitely does not live on THIS planet, finished off with a few choice expletives.

And did I tell you about the teaching here? They tell you what to do! And how to do it! And how to say it! So as long as I have it typed up nicely in my little notebook, and placed JUST! SO! on my desk, I'm good to go. There's NO free time, so it's a good thing I'm not very creative, or I'd probably be running around frantically, like I did last year.

Is it Friday yet?