Whoa. It’s been 2 months since I said heyo hiyo whasssup. Life has gotten out. of. control. Are using extra periods like that so 2008?
So what’s happened?
We moved to Phoenix. It rained the entire 4-day car ride. One cat cried the whole way here. The other cat was high. We almost made friends with the drug cartel in Tucumcari, NM (totally unrelated to the cat). I got heat stroke. Our furniture was ruined.
Yes! So this lovely moving company we used to load our truck (who shall remain nameless because they’ll probably sue me for slander and then I’ll have to fly back to PA to pelt these potato hockey discs at their faces) threw our treasured belongings in the back of our moving truck like it was a thrift store dumpster. Check this out and cry with me:
This was their idea of using the truck’s vertical space to its fullest. Good job, guys. Well done.
Our pretty bone colored sofa, that we had kept in pristine condition, is now ripped and decorated with black grease marks. I won’t show you because you’ll end up sobbing uncontrollably.
Our keyed looking furniture.
Were they trying to spell something out? I think that might be a D for “don’t give a damn about your stuff.” Or is that a P for “probably will need a lawyer”? Please vote in the comment section below this post. FUN!
Our dining room set has new, beautifully engraved marks over all the chairs and table. A custom job!
Although this leather chair isn’t our most expensive item, this picture is my favorite. Really? I have favorites?
Yeah. Um. Yeah.
$13,000 worth of damage. Now they’re stringing us along and I’m not sure we’ll ever see a penny. We had moving blankets for them to use but they must be real risk takers…those crazy adventurous types…because they didn’t use them. Those silly guys.
Sigh. Let’s move on.
Meatball and Jitterbug wanted you to see that they did prefer this La Quinta over the Motel 6 that had the tick-infested wet carpet. Here they are showing their approval of snob-worthy accommodations. Jitterbug is saying “Motel 6? Never again!”
Meatball (tuxedo kitty) had to have some calming medicine for the trip. Whoa, man. She was high as a kite. It was quite scary, actually. In the middle of the night she was howling and crying and stumbling around. We stopped that medicine asap.
Tucumcari seemed as scary as the set of Breaking Bad. We thought we kept hearing drug deals outside our motel door. The Hungry Husband can keep a low profile, but I like to be nosy and was trying to listen at the door and peek out the window. Is Jesse out there?
In other news, we’re both job hunting. Have you job hunted lately? It’s like trying to find a soulmate on Match.com. Everything is electronic and on the interwebz. I’m desperately
seeking Susan missing 1985.
You have to change your resume for every job you apply for. Otherwise, it ends up in a hyperspace trash can. Then after you submit it, you have to fill out an online form that takes you another 4 hours to input the exact same information that’s on your resume. THEN you have to squeeze droplets of blood into your keyboard and hope that your blood not only gets through the world wide web wires and to the appropriate person, but also matches the hiring recruiter’s blood type to ensure you are work soul mates. BFFs forever and ever.
Will you hire me? I will have a blood transfusion if necessary.
I hope I can remember how to work my camera. Cuz you need pics in your life.
Oh and the REAL big news (forget this ruined furniture BS) is that I’m now on Instagram Stories! I’m @thekitchensnob <– shocker Will you be my friend and follow me? Wait, first hire me. Then be my friend.
I’m pretty excited about it because I’m obsessed. I really don’t like recording myself so this makes no sense whatsoever. But it’s fun. I’m still new to it and totally overusing the filters. Please forgive me. I’ll be posting behind the scenes of me making foodz and making messes.
Let’s be snap BFFs! We don’t have to exchange blood types. Unless you want to. We’ll go at your pace.