argh.

Hey! Guess how renting a moving truck works!

The price is $29.99 per day. Then, in small print, you note that it is also $.99/mile (which is really crazy to begin with. Dude. A DOLLAR PER MILE?) For the sake of reference, I'm about two miles from the location I called. Two miles home, plus five miles from here to the new house, plus four miles back to the rental company, so an extra charge of $11 at LEAST. And here's the part that almost made me laugh hysterically in outrage and point out to the poor nice man on the telephone that he was operating a scam: although they will guarantee that there will be a truck for us, they won't guarantee that it will be at said preferred pick-up location--read, the place that I am speaking on the telephone with. As a matter of fact, it could be anywhere. It could be across town, it could be in Shelbyville, it could be in friggin' Lexington. And yet! You still pay $1 a mile! He did say something like "Now, if it was Lexington, they'll give you some miles free." FREE? Oh, you mean, taking two hours out of my moving day to go pick up a freaking truck in LEXINGTON, and let's not even talk about the gas prices, won't actually COST ME ANYTHING? Or at least not THAT MUCH more? And did I also hear you say that you will note my preference for a 24-hour rental but cannot actually guarantee me that much time?

In other news, I am having a perfectly miserable day off. This was just the most recent thing. Did you know buying home insurance is a pain in the ass? And that if we don't have it done by say, tomorrow, then we delay our closing? On the bright side, I am totally quitting my job tomorrow so I can become an insurance agent, because apparently, insurance agents can come in to work at 10 am and leave for the day sometime before 1:02 pm. Working less than three hours a day? I can get on board for that. And this is not the time for a crack about state workers and how I already just work three hours per day, totte. ;)

And my email is screwy. And my computer keeps crashing as a result of said screwy email.

monday night

If you like romance novels and live outside of the US and Canada (which a good deal of you do) then you might be interested in this blog entry by Alison Kent.

I am mostly out of my earlier funk. I did have a pretty terrible day off, as far as days off go. If it can go wrong, it pretty much did. I finally took to my bed in the afternoon to pretend that the world wasn't actually out to get me, and then my boy finally got home, bringing me a weed (long story) to cheer me up and later some ice cream, which finished up the cheering. Also, I fixed a dinner that used up two boxes of stuffing, all but two of our frozen chicken breasts--which was on purpose because technically I didn't use enough chicken in the casserole--two cans of soup and one can of mushrooms and the last of a box of instant mashed potatoes, and incidentally, tasted good. This is much more of a box-box-can meal than I usually make, but it's something we occasionally have on Sundays at my grandfather's house and M likes it. I am, if it's not perfectly obvious, actively trying to eat stuff from the cupboards and freezer and refrigerator so we have less to pack, so tonight's dinner was a major victory on that front. Basically, everything that gets cooked much pass rigorous requirements relating to how much stuff it gets out of the cabinets, compared to other meals. It's kind of a fun game to play sometimes, although it can get tricky. And hungry.

Now I just wish that it was a little more Friday evening and a little less Monday night, but I guess I don't actually have the power of shifting time, and if I did, it would be totally dangerous anyway because I would probably miss a good deal of my life that way. Think it's time to lure the boy away from Dumb Computer Game and off to bed, where we will probably dream about strange house-related events such as attending the church next door and breaking up a feud that had gone on for years (M) or discovering that our house had a ghost named Amelia with the hots for M (me, duh.) The waiting is doing horrible things to our sleep. ;)