Dear Mrsatroxi,

…I forgot to thank my bestest friend in the whole wide world.

Thank you for the beautiful, beautiful flowers.

You have no idea how dear you are to me.

Thank you again and again.

My apologies if this post is rather disjointed. As I mentioned earlier, I am staying at the old folks at home, home, and while, yes, they are on the ‘net, they also have the slowest computer + the slowest connection = grumpy mrsatroxi. Therefore, this is being written at, bah, work.

I will be very happy when this is all over and I feel I can write about it. Because boy oh boy do I ever have stories, folks. Ranting and raving and witticisms and the whole nine yards.

The house goes on the market in about three weeks. We have a very nice agent, except she apparently wants to marry me. (Who knew co-ordinating colors could do that to a person.)

We are already starting to move stuff out.

We have found a development we like, but we’re still looking.

Oh, and one more thing.

SIGH.

I’m going home to Mother.

No, not like that.

Things in the neighborhood have gotten much much worse. For legal reasons, I can’t go into it very much.

However, I can say it has gotten so bad Charley (that’s our puppy) and I are moving down to my parent’s home for awhile.

I can also say, and I’m sorry for those of you having to find this out on the internet, that atroxi and I are selling our house and moving as soon as possible.

And when it’s all over will you ever get a story from me!