I’m Movin’ Out (Rachel’s Song)

Sorry.  I’ve been listening to Billy Joel’s greatest hits for about a week now.
You know how some people name their homes?  I have decided to do the same.   Henceforth, my house shall be called Awesome-o.  Because I love Southpark, it’s true, but more because of the hardwood floors, which I just beheld and lo, they are glorious.  People.  If you live in Nashville, and you need your hardwood floors spiffed up (and seriously, mine needed intensive care), you need to call my Tony Lawrence.  I’ll give you his number.  Sure I’m gonna pass out from the fumes tonight, but it was worth every penny spent.  I’m telling you, this guy?  He was there on time, he finished when he said he would, and he worked a miracle on my floors for a great price.  He also did my parents’ floors.  He’s good people.

The Move is taking place in two phases.  Phase One is this weekend, as I begin to transfer boxes.  I’ve got the upstairs packed except for my clothes, I’ve made the trip to Goodwill and I’m ready to start schlepping.  Phase Two will be next weekend when the movers come for the furniture.  So officially I will still be in the apartment until then.  Also, did you know that if you let Comcast provide your phone service, you automatically get voicemail?  And not only that, but you can check it on your computer!  I mean, you can call and get it from a phone too like a normal person but you can get your messages from your computer.  Teknowlogee. I has it.

I got a spam today in my work email and the subject was “Penis.”  Couldn’t be bothered with the creativity, folks.  Just…. penis.  That’s what you’re gonna read about if you open this email.  We’re not gonna tart it up or try to trick you.  We’re telling you, if you open this, you are going to get information that relates to penis.

In other news, I’m 35 years old and that word still makes me giggle.