Okay, okay, so here’s why we’re moving:
Brandon is majoring in Mechanical Engineering which I don’t know much about other than the fact he’s super smart and can solve math equations that give me low self-esteem even looking at them. His classes are really difficult, and he’s had to take only a couple classes at a time because he’s been working for The Man full-time, and between that and school and homework, the poor trooper has been running on empty and frustrated. SO Husband is stepping down as manager of [company where he works.] He is going to still work there, but not have the managerial duties and work only 25ish hours a week. He is going to go to school hard-core, like it’s going out of style, and work less – which means we’ll make less green stuff. So, because of that, the house we’re living in currently is going to be rented out, and we’re going to hold our heads high while we move into my parental unit’s house. They’ve got a nice basement apartment, and we’re totally scoring because they’re not going to charge us rent and we can glean them for their internet and cable. That way Big Bster can finish school much faster and we can be rich much faster and then I’ll go on a shopping spree and take off my shirt and do an Irish jig. It’s all planned out.
So we’re moving this Saturday cuz school starts on Monday, and The Husband doesn’t want to try to move while being smart and swamped at school. So yes I’m 25 and am moving in with my parents. I’m such a shining star. But Mum’s a really good cook, I like her tacos. Shining Stars like tacos.
Yesterday I saw a pink Volkswagen Beetle in the parking lot at work. I totally want to own it. Or at least hump it.