OK let’s begin. Fall is my favorite season but do you know that I’m actually getting annoyed with all the blog posts about fall? I mean, yes, we’re all excited for cooler weather but the next time I see a person with a scarf or a sweater on in 90 degree weather I’m going to scream. Hold your horses. Your time will come for you to wear your riding boots, mmmkay.
We’re going to another fair this Friday! It was Sean’s idea. Where? In Sean’s hometown. Boondock fair here we come! Maybe I’ll get my hands on my precious AKA funnel cake. And cotton candy. No maybe when it comes to cotton candy, I’m getting a HUGE bag and eating it in one sitting. I might share a few pieces with Sean but only if he ask.
My little sister is coming into town. Not to see me but that’s OK. She’ll stop by and I’ll pretend that I’m not mad at her. Doesn’t she know I’m lonely and that talking to fur babies during the week is not cutting it?! Too bad guilt trips don’t work on her because I would have tried.
In two weeks I’ll be in PA! Yeah, I didn’t think I would be so excited. I think it was a good thing Sean went a month before me because if not there would have been lots of crying and wigging out. The crying and wigging out is all done.
Our new apartment is small. Like the washer and dryer is tiny. I’m not going to be able to do laundry only once per week. I’m going to become like those people who have lots of laundry piled up all over the place. Not digging that. I’ll probably have to do laundry every single day.
Sean is taking the cat a week before Izy and I move in. The reason is to help Fella get adjusted to his new surroundings. We had to do this for my sanity and because we didn’t want Izabella to think that she had a good excuse to swallow Fella whole. I mean you should see this cat when he is placed somewhere new. The crying and screaming goes on for days. And you want to see an animal drop pounds with the quickness then meet my cat. He won’t eat. He’ll be like that, screaming and pacing up and down for at least 5 days. When he finally realizes he is stuck where he is, he stops and begins to eat again. It sounds like a funny scene but trust me it is not. Poor Fella. To think we’ll do that to you again in a year or so.
My resume is out. May the odds be ever in my favor. I mean, God, it’s me Faith. Do your thing to help me do my thing.
Hope you all have fabulous weekends! Yes, I know it’s only Thursday but it’s not likely that I’ll be blogging tomorrow so happy weekend y’all.