The joy and pain of moving.

Well, after 2 weeks or pure hell trying to get the final inspection done on my renovations, we're all moved in. That's the good news. The bad news is I am so sore I can't feel my feet. God, I hate moving. There's nothing worse than moving all your crap out to renovate then back in once it's done. I must have been insane when I thought that was a good idea. Doh.

Not all is bad on the home front. My crazy ass, creepy, stupid whore of a stalker is finally leaving me alone. The bitch. I hope it's a permanent thing. I'm sick to death of her whining and bitching and moaning about how she misses me, how she loves me, blah blah blah. Unfortunately, my boss is still talking to her. Trust me dude, she ain't that great in the sack and after you are done with her, she'll hound you like a rabid squirrel. But it's HIS problem, not mine. She made me realize I have the greatest woman on earth as my wife and nothing will ever change that. I sincerely hope she drops off a cliff somewhere. The world needs LESS idiots like her around and not more. It's a good thing she could only breed ONCE. Maybe the line will die out and the world will be one stupid strand of DNA less. We can only hope.

Sadly, that is my Christmas theme. Good riddance to her and that bratty assed son of hers. One of these days my daughters will be buying their groceries from him at the checkout. Maybe they will tip him more than I would.