Let me tell you a funny story. We got B a new hamper yesterday. It's an open bag style. We put it in the corner of the bedroom out of the way. Around 10 last night B was in the bedroom and I was in the front room. I hear her call my name in one of those loud whisper kind of voices. She needed me in there quick. Okay so I go in and she points at the hamper. "Possum!" Um, wtf? No. I open the hamper and yes, it's one of the THREE CATS IN OUR HOUSE. Why her brain went to possum, we don't know. The stupid cat is just looking up at me like "hi. i find new hole". Stupid cat.
On another note, I also realized last night, I like our house. Don't get me wrong, I am not crazy about MI, the job possibilities here, the people, B's family, etc. But even with the things I want to change, I like our house. It works for me.
Spent the day waiting for word from OH. There was none. One day gone.
Around 5 we headed out to visit with one of B's bingo friends who is in the hospital. She broke her leg and her bingo bitches (that's what they call themselves) decided to surprise her with an impromptu birthday party. I tagged along because I needed dinner which we had near the hospital. For the most part, I stayed in the patient lounge watching Criminal Minds while they gabbed.
We got back home around 9 and that was the day. Another day of waiting for OH begins.
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