* Moving makes me crazy, so do men. Put the two together and it's a wonder that I'm not homocidal. Our R.E. agent is worried about "the impression" that Miss Chook makes to buyers -- and he told me he "took the liberty of calling the Wildlife Rescue 'for me' and they said they'd take her." SMACK! and DOUBLE SMACK!! Meanwhile, my DH is making a point of using ALL DAY of every day he has open that we need for clearing, cleaning, sorting and packing for doing the repairs I haVe asked for for years & forever **NOW** just when we least need them. . . .and each "small project" is mysteriously turning into an all day job!! ADD to that my oldest, who is anxious about all this and calls 4-5 times a day to ask me things like, "Have you heard this or that guy on the radio?? What is he talking about?? Are you busy?? Can you to me awhile- I'm bored at work." MEANWHILE, guess who's TRYING to get a whole 4-bdrm house we've lived in for 15 years empty in 18 days???? ((Help me!))
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