Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Grumpy Bougie Housewife I'm trying, hard, to be really zen about all the turmoil going on in our lives right now. It's good turmoil, mind you. We've bought a new, bigger, beautiful (if plagued by old-house problems) house. We're selling our current house, and, god bless the insane L.A. real estate market, will net an obscene rate of return on our four year old investment. But even though it's good stress (is there such a thing?) it's still stress, and I'm pregnant, and I have my f'ing amnio tomorrow, which freaks me out, and, at least tonight, I'm wound a little f'ing tight. I thought I was dealing well with the fact that we've had to vacate the house (the kept-immaculate-at-all-times house--this is NOT EASY for me--I am clutterer by nature) four times for hours at a time in the last three days. But tonight, when we got home from exile number four, someone had removed a family picture from the middle of a wall. It's a picture of the H, and one that I cannot replace, and it leaves a big f'ing hole in the middle of an artfully-arranged (if I do say so myself) group of family pictures that covers the wall of a long hallway to our bedroom. Things get broken. I get it. BUT LEAVE ME A G'DAMN NOTE! And if someone took my picture of my husband, they're a big fat creepy freak. I need tequila, and I can't have any, and there's no f'ing justice in my bourgeois housewife world. 8:45:14 PM     comment [] trackback []