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Good news, bad news

Good news, hubby got a transfer and a job promotion.

Bad news, it's in Everret.

We could rent our house out and then move in with my father like he's been asking us to do for years, but that's not an option any longer as he's taken his offer back.

So I don't know what we're going to do. There isn't any way he can commute from where we are now to there.

It's not like I don't have enough stress in my life right now. Nope, not enough.

Time to bang my head against the wall now.

Comments

  1. Vicus Scurra11:23 PM

    That is a long way to go for work!
    Will you stay at base camp, or in Triyuga? I would advise against living in Tibet, in case you were tempted.
    I didn't realise there were so many job opportunities there - I guess it must be a Starbucks franchise.
    Good luck, from your favourite yeti.

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  2. Unknown2:48 PM

    Vicus dear, on your next stop over here across the pond you really must come visit so I can smack you a good one. :)

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  3. G. Parker2:58 PM

    Oh man! that is good and bad. I don't know how the house market is there, but here is would be really hard to sell. Good luck!!!

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  4. OHmommy7:49 PM

    ouch. don't bang too hard.

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  5. Unknown9:53 PM

    Yeah, the housing market here sucketh mightily. We'd rent out our house instead of selling it.

    Thus fulfilling my long held desire to become a land baroness :)

    OHmommy, I can't help but bang it hard. It helps motivate me. :)

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  6. Whitesnake1:10 AM

    ******* BIG HUGS********
    Oh come on take the pillow it stops the pain a bit when ya hit the wall..........

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