holy cripes. oh my lanta. or whatever.

Monday, February 01, 2016

You know how when someone sends you a hand-written note in the mail and you open the envelope and there's glitter in it and you think "Yay! Fiesta!" and everything seems great and fun but then afterward you look around and realize you now have a lot of cleaning to do?

That's kind of what it's like when you get the job offer you've been working toward since August. You are thrilled for the next adventure. At last, you and the mister will live in the same city! At last, your cats will have a father figure! (Who cares if he's allergic? That's what meds are for!) At last, you are making the career change you've wanted for ages! Let's sprinkle the shit out of that glitter!

And then it hits you: I'm moving to Minneapolis. In the middle of winter. With three cats. 

They have no idea.
 
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