Well, the movers come today. And they’re taking away all of our stuff. We have our parking spots blocked off using empty laundry containers. And I’m not kidding. I used an old ruler to tape the sign to a crate. Couple our ghetto reserve parking techniques with Toby’s seatless scooter and my Sony monitor, and we’ve named ourselves the trashiest couple on this gay block.
I also got a new phone number. I’m now a TMobile customer as ATT strapped on a Big Fred and had their way with me. And the torment only cost me 400 bucks. Yeah. It’s now official. We are moving. I have a 415 area code.
Comcast is here to take away the internet as well. And cable. So while the rest of the nation is watching the last episode of Friends on the TV, Toby and I will be sitting around creating finger puppets on our wall. I actually considered taking the TV with us in the van. Then it occurred to me how heavy that damn TV really is.
And there is a minor snag in our departure. It seems we will not roll out until Saturday. There was a mini-van mishap.
All that said, this may be my last post for a few days. Until we find a TMobile hotspot or hijack someone’s DSL.