Has it really been three years already? Holy drunks Batman! Three fucking years? I know you said I could move in June of '06 but we're creepin upon June '09. Don't worry, I won't hold that against you. I'm glad I didn't put in my month notice at this place back when you suggested I should... As long as I'm in there by August this year I'll be good to go. June and July are pretty much booked so I'm thinking August is prime moving time.
I've been helping my buddy K build his new house after hours for the last three years. I suppose it's part my fault that it's taken so long because I encourage drinks, but when I get there after work I wanna work. And drink. There is no reason why work can't get done while we're drinkin'. For some reason they get more done when I'm not there. I wonder why?
This new place is coming along faster than expected but I'm hoping to be in the 'old place' in a few months. No complaints here! I wanna move as much as K does! Bigger place, bigger yard, bigger garden and more freedom. (hear that libs? Freedom!)
Wheelie and Bunker aren't gonna know what to do with themselves. Birds, rats and lizards are everwhere! My money is on Bunker draggin' a bird into the house and under the bed. She's a mouser and doesn't apologize for anything!
The new place is fucking tits! It might not look like it now, but you should've seen this place when we started. Ground up.
We're in the final stages and I can't wait to get into my new place! Sometimes life fucking sucks and sometimes life is good. For the time being, life is fucking good!