I cannot quite express the insanity of the UHaul location here near my home. I have had the pleasure of going there several times and it is something out of a movie. There is a man who is so drunk he seems partially brain dead. He's the middle aged type with that handsome Marlboro man look. Leathery skin and dimples, nice smile and eyes that pretend to look at you but really they are looking at your forehead or ear thinking you don't notice. I always look at him and think - Jeez. If only you had stayed sane you are really quite adorable. But alas he is certainly not. He asked me if i wanted to smoke a Nugg while waiting for the owner to return to give me my truck. I say no of course and he goes about turning the trucks around. He has to back them into the highway in order to do it and everytime I have seen him he nearly hits the dozens of old cars on the lot that are parked like a junkyard. The old man owner finally arrives and he cannot stand up halfway straight anymore and he scrambles around. Sweet old hunchback. I have to sit in his office with him. They offer me an old blue sculpted 60's chair. His office reminds me of the Key Makers room on the matrix. Only his is lined with mechanic books and grimey hard bounds all the way to the ceiling. The drunk guy keeps trying to touch my tattoo and handing me tootsie rolls. They reserve my truck with the online Uhaul system and the guy keeps accidently closing the browser and yelling at the computer. He types without ever moving his fingers. He just takes his knarled and soot stained hand and drops his thumb over the right letter. I barely escape the toosie roll drunk with both breasts. Fewie! I have my truck and I am outta there!
If only I didn't have things all packed up I could show you the two little 7 week-old kittens we have in the house right now! We picked them up this week. The shelter had dozens of the little monkeys! I had to get two of them. They are so hard to stop staring at and keep on packing. They will eventually be the wharehouse kitties. But for now they go where we go since they still get their paws all poopie and require all sorts of unforseen attendance. I have been using a warm washcloth at night to clean them like a moma kitty would and they sleep on a sheepskin that they keep pretending to suckle from. So sad. They are still so tender. Need a lot of affection and swaddling still. I can't wait to show you their faces. The girl is "LuLu" and the boy we are calling "Moon Dogg".
There is loads of other juicy news in light of this eventful weekend. But i will wait and show you proper pictures and play catch up with you early in the week.