There are times in our lives that often seem to be the stuff of which B-Movies are made. MPP and I currently find ourselves experiencing this and while he in his normal fashion is embracing the universe and all it has to offer; I am doing what Po Lil Rich Boi does best: FREAKING OUT!!!
The trailer would start something like this: Po Lil Rich Boi had finally found the perfect man and together they found the perfect home or did they? (Close up on MPP smiling and me looking off in to the distance as suspicious as ever) Welcome to charming Gleneden, where the trees are prunned, and a kind neighbor meets you at every turn. (MPP and me being met at the door by a neighbor holding Welcome Basket- Think Bree Van De Kamp). But something is wrong. Frame forward(Me pleading with MPP:"I'm telling you something isn't right. Everyone's too nice. Too perfect). You all no the rest. MPP laughs it off until he figures out later that I've been replaced by a robot, a cylon or maybe an alien. Take your pick.
From the real estate agent to the neighbor who met us at the door with a basket of tomatoes in hand, things have seemed picture perfect on our tree lined street. We have not even moved in but have been lugging boxes across the bridge to our new "suburban home" as the Underminer has refered to it. More about the Underminer and the severing of ties later....
So here it is the eve before the move. MPP and I have independantly had our own special versions of a meltdown. It is very difficult when your fate lies in the hands of people who do not entirely have a stake in whether your sanity takes flight. A few missed faxes and phone calls here and there nearly ended it all. That was the beginning of MPP's meltdown. God can only say when mine began, how long it lasted or even if it's still going on. I can tell you that my Green Tea Frappucino from StarBuck's just about solved the problem, but as my mama would say, "Baby there isn't that much Green Tea Frappucino in the Wooorrrlllddd!
More to come about The Underminer, moving day and Po Lil RichBoi's impending search for employment. UGH.
