Count to 10 and then start again because I’m STILL STRESSED OUT

Taylor starts his new job in Philly in two weeks. Meanwhile, Debbie Jo Jr. gave a months notice at her job because she works in public service and has a major GUILT COMPLEX. We also live almost two hours away from Philly so someone is definitely commuting for awhile and nose goes. (Taylor = sucker\loser guy).

In other news, I haven’t applied to any jobs or looked at any apartments and I’m one more gut-wrenching “I have to quit helping your kid because I’m moving” conversation away from putting the kind of Craigslist ad up that says…

“Looking for 2-bedroom apartment in the city where minimal stabbing takes place on a weekly basis, and also needs job that wants someone with 5 years of special needs education experience. I have a snake and four bass guitars to trade.”

Maybe I should “Go for it.”

Yeah I just wanted to end with another “quote.”


“Its almost Friday.”
“Thank God. She’s f*cking losing it.”

The end.


“HERE I GO AGAIN ON MY OWWWWN.” -Debbie, 26, living room

I’m so glad my nun/physician assistant retired in September because since I’m MOVING TO PHILADELPHIA in a month with two mother-loving cats, Lola the Dog and that guy I married, I really only need to find a new hairdresser.

Where should we live? I look up Philadelphia rentals and I don’t know what I’m even looking for. Except for that I’m looking for a dishwasher. Are there any safe neighborhoods in Philly? My Philly acquaintances would say yes, my older brother would say “furrow brows and shrug.” He’s not a very vocal guy. But he has great hair for being 51 years old, so I look forward to my hair future.

I can ask around. I mean we have time. Like a month. That’s a lot of time in dog years…

P.S. I applied to Uber and Postmate, and I’m on the market to walk your dog. Market meaning, if you’re clairvoyant you got my application and you’ll know what it’s regarding (dog walking).

Breathing heavy and leaving now,