Once I move I tend to keep moving. My brother said oh that was fast on finding a place. Nope, I'm ready. And now Friday can't come fast enough. I keep biting my tongue because I know it is almost done. Dave is getting a little snippy. I know he doesn't do well with stress, and that vodka beverage in the garage really doesn't help.
Maybe I can ask the manager tomorrow about getting the keys Thursday afternoon. Would work for me. And if not I will just tough it out and so will the little kids.
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