Long story but no time.
Mister mrtl called TMO today to find out WTF with our shit. It came... TODAY! They want to deliver it... TODAY! (Note that I did say mister mrtl called them.)
The lady I lined up through base to watch Bug failed to mention she may not be available. That she may have started another job. That she's an incompetent, self-serving bitch. That I should never trust military childcare. Fortunately TGND is available. Have I mentioned already that I love my new neighbors?
Congrats on getting your shit!
Hmmm... You know what I mean.
Posted by: cat | 2005.06.13 at 05:43 PM
Your neighbours really sound great, you lucked out. Hooray for getting your stuff...finally!
Posted by: Bente | 2005.06.13 at 07:42 PM
OMG - I remember life in base housing and waiting for our stuff to come back from the Netherlands! AUGH! and living on the stuff they loaned us! AUGH!
Congratulations on getting your stuff back :)
And congratulations on great neighbors!
Posted by: little sister | 2005.06.13 at 08:46 PM
Is it okay for me to love your neighbors as well? That goodness for TGND.
Whoo hoo! Stuff...in boxes...that make great forts. Bug will be in heaven. Ever see the Extreme Home Makeover show where they filled up a room or a garage with boxes upon boxes for a young little boy? Neato, mosquito. I think I'm going to go have an EHM cry now.
That whole pack/move thing was free, right? Oh, please tell me you didn't pay for that misery.
Posted by: ieatcrayonz | 2005.06.14 at 11:08 AM
Let the unpacking begin!
Posted by: Von Krankipantzen | 2005.06.14 at 05:57 PM