This week has been a test run for the rest of my life. After four years of being together every day, Chris started his new job yesterday and, get this, they won't let me come with him! I know, very weird.
Then my mother decided that with Savannah starting Kindergarten next month, she would make this week Grandma Summer Camp and so Savannah is gone all week.
In other words, I'M ALL ALONE!
(If you're an intruder, I have a very large and protective dog.)
(She's obviously dangerous; she takes down dinosaurs.)
So far this week I've been busying myself with moving type errands, which wouldn't be so bad were it not for the fact that I've had to wrestle Chris' rustic Jeep all around town. I graciously insisted that my Tahoe would be a better vehicle in which for him to commute to work. Little did I know that it would be a thousand degrees this week in southern Calif*rnia.
And here's a little known fact if you've known me less than ten minutes: I'm allergic to the sun. As in, I get blistering rashes all over my face if the sun touches it for more than a few minutes. So, I'm sure you can imagine what a stellar move it was to try to drive a roofless car in the desert. I looked like I had some sort of spastic disorder with the waving of the arms and the bobbing of the head trying to dodge the sun. Which, by the way, doesn't work because, well, the sun is sort of big.
Here's another little known fact: Your lettuce will blow out of the back of the Jeep and so will your US magazine. Even if they're buckled in a seat belt. Good. To. Know.
Aaaand I still am the unhappy owner of one unsellable house.
So, there you have it. Today's status is "Screwed". Hopefully to be upgraded tomorrow to "Confused".
The worst part is I'm doing all of this without having Chris' cute head in my peripheral vision anymore. I can't be expected to just quit his presence cold-turkey.
I need to transition.