I’m writing this mostly for documentation. And because Holy cheese-balls Batman!

Really.  I’ve got to vent to somebody…
Lucky you.

I got a call from our moving guy today. You know, the one who accidentally packed his cigarettes and his water pill in with my toiletries…
We filed a broken stuff claim which was an event in itself – I posted about it on my other blog. 

When the movers loaded our house they loaded the electric piano I heard them discussing the side of the piano so I stuck my head in the room and let them know not to worry, the side is supposed to come off. I think I was even specific about there being screws but I can’t remember for sure.

What I didn’t know when I said that, is that they weren’t discussing how to move it. They were discussing the fact that instead of unscrewing the side, they had RIPPED THE SIDE CLEAN OFF. But did they bother to mention that at the time? No. They just said nothing and now mover guy says that I told them not to worry because it was already broken which is TOTALLY NOT TRUE because it wasn’t already broken so why would I say that?

He also said that he can’t see how they could lose the cap from our twin air mattress which I claimed because the cap is now missing so we can’t use it anymore. I told him, “well, you weren’t really all that careful. It could have fallen off in transit and then gotten thrown away with the packing paper accidentally when you viciously unpacked my stuff.”  He said, “Well, I thought we were pretty careful.”

So I filled him in on careful by rattling off some of the things we didn’t claim because it wasn’t worth my time to look up values.
Bent and ripped up books, broken candle warmer, unopened Hotwheels cars that had motor oil all over them.

Also, they had packed Kait’s CAMERA LENSES WITH BRICKS, PEOPLE.  And garage stuff packed with kitchen stuff.  And they didn’t pack our silverware drawer or our keyboard or our speakers or the mouse…
We looked everywhere for that silverware for days before I thought to call my old neighbor and ask her to take a look in the house. And sure enough…

I just want to say that I have NEVER had to file a claim after a move before. NEVER. And we have moved using a moving company 8 times, 4 of those moves took us from one coast to another. This move was just 10 or so miles.

When I got off the phone with the guy I was so frustrated and had to apologize to my two oldest for getting snippy with them over something silly. Then Kait felt bad because I felt bad about getting snippy because the movers ticked me off and she drew me this using an app on her phone. It’s sort of like therapy. Only funnier.

 And then this to finish out the therapy session:

And THIS is why I love her.

Also, how can I stay frustrated when I have my own rainbow?

You know you have finally got your stuff together when the first half hour of your homeschooling day is spent discussing why the virus that causes a person to become a zombie is incurable.

Public schools just don’t teach this kind of awareness, people.

Think about that.

The Rabbit kept saying he felt like something was biting him over and over again on his neck. We thought that since one of the little guys accidentally left the front door open earlier that maybe a mosquito or two got in. Then I saw that there were a couple on the wall and I was like dang. But it wasn’t until I got up to get the fly swatter that I realized the truth about what was happeneing.  There were about 15 mosquitoes in the upper corner.
I got to swattin’.

But wait. That wasn’t all of them. Oh no. That wasn’t even half of them.

PEOPLE.

Tonight I think I probably killed more than 100 mosquitoes and I showed no prejudice . Even little tiny baby ones met my fly-killing wand and I don’t even feel bad because they were IN MY HOUSE.

Then the Rabbit went through and killed another couple dozen.

I know there are more. I saw one fly up into our air conditioning vent. He’s probably waiting it out until I fall asleep.
Then he will find me and eat my face.

UPDATE:
127
128
129…

UPDATE 2: I think these things keep coming back to life after I squash then. Like they’re…undead…or something.

It’s been chilly in the AM lately and the little ones have been lingering just a little bit longer in their PJs while I have my coffee and get my thoughts on the day together.

We have a pretty fun little setup on our back porch and Jesse was quite happy to stop playing for a second to ham it up for the camera.

Love the days.

Love all the days.

First, the answer is Yes, the Rabbit is on a skateboard. This phenomenon will be explained further down in this post. You’ll want to keep reading.

The first day of October brought us fridged air first thing. It was 62 when I went out to have my coffee this morning and
I
Was
Not
Prepared
For
That. 

It warmed up to about 78. I tend to like this sort of weather for about a week. Then I’m ready for summer again.

However, my man the Rabbit finds the colder weather invigorating. It makes him chipper so we ended up at the flea market.

The people at the flea market here scare me a little. I can’t really put my finger on it. I just get this feeling. It’s like I’m in the wrong place or the wrong dimension or something. It’s not somewhere I would ever choose to go alone. Also, it smells like fried chicken, sweat, weed, and too much Hai Karate.

I was offered a pink camoflauge pepper spray can to match the pink camoflauge converse sneakers I was looking at. The sneakers were a girl’s size 5.

And the skinny Italian guy who was  into gold necklaces and new but dented furniture tried to convince me that a beat up twin bed was worth $400. He’d even throw in the mattress for free. 

You almost had me for a second, Italian guy. Really.

And some guy walked up and asked me if I was cooking something. In the middle of the flea market. By the dusty sunglasses display.
No, it definitely isn’t me. I try to never fry chicken while browsing flea markets. I don’t multitask well.

We were at the flea market because the Rabbit had a purchase to make at the skate shop.

Wait for it…

So, my husband bought himself a longboard today. He’d never ridden a skateboard before.  Now he rides a skateboard and appears to be picking it up pretty quickly. He’s doing that thing already where you get the board going and run and jump on it. Watching him skate is, well… it’s different.

I rode it too. It’s fun. Really fun.
I’m not really all that good at it.
And while I rode Lucy had some time with dad.

She’s into biting shoulders with aggression right now. It’s her thing. She’s very bity lately. It hurts sometmes and she doesn’t even have teeth yet.

Kait gets home tomorrow and I miss her. She’s been gone a week, helping out with my sister’s new baby. It’ll be nice to have her home. 

It’s a good weekend.