Cue up Jim Nabors because Sloane is “Back home again in Indiana”, Hoosiers and race fan should get that one. Sounded like a homebody deluxe vacation getaway for her the past weekend. Due to another storm of the century that dumped a miniscule one and half inches of rain in about an hour and change there was no moving of furniture today either. Sloane is blasting away to some Jimmy Buffett and marrying off all her Barbie’s and Skipah is sitting Abe Lincoln style by candlelight writing to his heart’s content. Actually the sun is still out and I have electricity but not much else but empty boxes and clothes laying around here. The kitchen, bathroom and Sloane’s bedroom are fully functional. My bedroom and the living room needs furniture and you know a bed! Going to do my best to relive my college years with a nice comfy snooze on the floor only this time willingly. I’ve got plenty of blankets and padding so I’ll make do for a day or two until I can get my stuff here.
Initial reviews of Sloane’s room and the apartment overall passed the eye test with the blonde bomber. She’s ready to go explore the area tomorrow. Little does she know the area we are going to explore is the same area we’ve been exploring for the past year just coming in from a different direction. Reaffirmed to me today that she doesn’t want to live full time in Kentucky and I told her to have a talk with her mom, which was quickly deflected with “I did, she told me it is up to a judge!” Two weeks from today and we shall see.
I got the spies moved over without any trouble today, I covered Hammy in black plastic bag and his only response “You think this trick hasn’t been tried before, I’m confessing to nothing!” Rosy on the other hand started screaming something only camel pilots could understand in Arabic and blaming it on the Israel hamster league of defense for the atrocities. Hammy finally had enough and started calling her gender specific terms about her reproductive system. As far as I know Hammy hadn’t been hitting the vodka too hard yet, but his language would make a 30 year naval member blush. Upon arrival of their new home they both breathed a sigh of relief, and Hammy even called me a “chicken shit” for not torturing him any further. He’s really sewing his oats since Rosy arrived, might remind Sloane he needs a training refresher!
Thanks to all this wonderful weather we’ve been experiencing in these parts I don’t get Time Warner service until……..next Monday! First available tech comes free then! It will be primitive living for Sloane and I this week as their will be no nightly T.V. wind down so just quality bonding time for us. Special thanks though to Arby’s and Valvoline Instant Oil Change for tricking me just enough with a “guest” signal to actually think I have an internet connection. I did give Hammy and Rosy special orders to hack somebody’s Wi-Fi password tomorrow while I’m at work. Fortunately I just turned my cell phone into a hot spot so Sloane and I won’t be completely in the dark this week on anything that comes up you know like an alert that says Flash Flood Warning! Get two or three of these a day anymore, the Indiana legislature actually passed a law that allows you to walk your pet goldfish on a leash. We have no such thing as creeks and streams right now, local churches were holding baptisms in the parking lot yesterday, and so much grass is underwater right now that I’m going to start calling it Indiana seaweed.
It got downright creepy today!
About it for tonight, going to have to explain to Sloane it’s not cool to jump up and down on the floor of an apartment complex while jamming away to “Fins.”