Until twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes ago, someone told the thoughts that the space was now smaller and they had to fight for their spot.
I have developed this new saying. Life is going to go on whether you sit in a corner and cry, stand on a box and scream, or smile and nod. It is more likely to screw you if you do the first two. So I've decided to smile and nod and not do bodily harm to anyone.
Until twenty minutes ago.
So My cousin Flo is giving my kids beds, dresser, nightstands, the whole works. My other cousin, her older sister passed away last New Years Eve and their younger sister is moving into the house on the deceased sisters side. (Don't try to keep up, just nod and smile.) I get the furniture that's no longer needed (This is one of the parts where you smile and say 'Awesome!')
I need Randy to go get it. You see? You see where my life start to sucketh? Right there.
So I called him, texted him, did everything but write him a snail mail letter about three weeks ago. I reminded him with everything short of a banner in the damn sky. Cousin calls and says they need to get the stuff gone and soon so I call Randy one more time. Finally I get a decision. We'll go up tomorrow. I will get on the ass crack early train and go up to his town and from there drive to get the truck and then the furniture and back. Problem number one. He has a dentist appointment tomorrow and this apparently is much much MUCH more important that his kid furniture so he will get the furniture back to Durham and I will drive the truck to Charlotte.
Don't get me wrong I am not actually complaining about this. It will be the people that I nearly run over in my attempt to pilot this truck that will be complaining. As long as I get the furniture to my house I am NOT complaining.
So Flo calls this morning and I told her we are getting a ten foot truck and she says that is not going to be big enough. I will need a twenty. I promptly told Randy this via text. (He can't/wont talk because he hasn't put minutes on his phone) So tell me bloggers...Why did he text me this afternoon and tell me he got the 14 foot truck?
I mean just once why can't he do what someone tells him to do?? We had this problem in New Jersey. He decided he needed a truck smaller than what he was told and I ended up leaving my mothers couch (so that I didn't have anything to sit on in my living room for six+ months) and my grandmothers coffee table. As well as my deep freezer. All because he decided that we didn't need the bigger truck.
So now I'm facing that issue and in the meantime a crediting agency calls my house asking for my mother. (She pays the phone bill so her name come up on the directory search) I told her that my mother only pays the bill she doesn't live there. She asks if maybe I can help her. She says she's looking for Randy P Henderson. So Immediately want to know what she needs with my ex husband. She then tells me that he is about to be served a summons for writing a bad check with the intent to defraud... Seems he wrote a very bad check in 2006...
Long story short I cussed him out. We were still legally married and I wasn't going down for him.
So he tells me he reserved a 14 ft truck. one more time. I went into my why can't you do what someone tells you thing and he asked when I told him. I said I sent him a text...
Flo said we need a twenty for the move, not a ten.
Why did the dumbass tell me that he thought I meant she wanted twenty dollars for the stuff not ten dollars???
You guys, I know I didn't get the sharpest crayola crayon in the box but I thought at least I had the dollar store crayon that did some coloring. I think today I figured out a few things.
1. I got the bargain basement less than fifty cent store crayon that doesn't color at all, it just tears the paper...
2. I understand those people in jail that stare at you blankly when you ask why they went on a shooting rampage and they just say "i don't know... I just snapped"
3. I honestly don't know how people this stupid aren't spotted at birth and promptly drowned...
So we're gonna skip forward cause I started this post at four something this afternoon and it's now ten and I must get to bed to be up tomorrow... He paid the people. tried to guilt trip me because now he has no money. And realized that sometimes, just sometimes... I might be right.
PS. Kayla's bed fell apart tonight... with her in it. Think maybe he might have a better understanding of me being right now when I said her bed was falling apart...
Good night bloggers....
