Just like life, some good stuff, some bad stuff...

I said I was going to try harder to be more positive - and I mean it, but I also have to be honest and tell y'all that FALLING THROUGH MY BATHROOM FLOOR A COUPLE OF NIGHTS AGO REALLY SUCKED. Not the most cheerful thing to happen to a... rubinesque woman a few days after Thanksgiving, lemme tell you...
To add to the overall suckage of the situation is the fact that I cannot use my bathtub (and I have no shower), because between the weight of the cast-iron tub, the bajillion gallons of water that it holds and my baby-elvis butt, we are talking close to 1,000 pounds, on a floor that is slightly stronger than a melba toast. It was bad enough that my foot just crashed through the floor (and was hanging down in the the VERY scary and cold darkness of the Below the House - with the scary caaaaaaaamel crickets! *shudder*) and left me with a sore ankle (just bruised - thank god for no insulation - I was wearing two pairs of thick socks, some leggings and flannel pj pants) . I think that if I were in the tub and it crashed through the floor and that didn't kill me, then I might have died of a heart-attack. And if THAT didn't kill me, then the embarrassment of some rescue squad having to come pull my big, naked, wet, and most likely badly injured @$$ out of a hole in the crawl space would do me in for sure.
So, we can't do laundry for the time being, and we are having to go to other peoples' houses to bathe right now, and as soon as they start the repair work we'll all have to move to someone else's house altogether. And it's three weeks to Christmas.
*sigh*
I also fear that my landlord is going to attempt to just patch the floor again (it has more patches than it has actual floor as it is, and there are leaks EVERYWHERE...) and that he is also going to raise the rent in order to afford the repairs. Yuck.
I guess it is becoming obvious that we really need to move, but Chris and I just paid almost 500$ to fill up the gas tank, and frankly we couldn't afford to move right now if we wanted to. It's misery.
Sorry.

OK! Positive stuff. George is doing well. He's Luna's new personal trainer. They are having so much fun together. I knew it was all going to be okay when George fell asleep skwunched up to Lu, and when he woke up and started to take his little kitty bath, he also cleaned Luna some and then tried nursing! Luna looked at him like he was crazy, but she didn't move, and when George realized that he was, uh, barking up the proverbial wrong tree, he gave up and went back to bathing and napping.
Also in good news, I am going to be in the sketch comedy show next week! Chris got a guest-star spot last week, and next week we'll both be in it! Yay! FYI, this is a show that happens every-other-Wednesday at Fred's Speakeasy in Asheville at 8:30. It's a sketch comedy ala Saturday Night Live, it's free, and it's funny. COME SEE US!

Well, we stayed up 'till a million o'clock (well, I did. Chris went to bed at like, 995, 000-thirty. Hmph.) last night trying to completely clean out the bathroom and get the house in condition for the work to commence, so I am going to go away and sit somewhere and turn into turnip woman for a little while. I promise, when my brain is not so tired and stressed and furiously trying to just COPE, I will get back to the good stuff.
Much love,
the really not THAT fat - Sam