06.23.09
My Obituary Shall Read:
Lina, 30, passed away on Monday night when her fiancee left her home alone to go out with his college buddies. Bored, she began packing for their upcoming move to the historic district of Savannah, GA. She drowned in a sea of paperbacks after a weighty tome of Sherlock Holmes stories fell out of her guest room closet and knocked her out. Her funeral day will not be disclosed; afterwards, everyone is going to a huge party at Pink Pony, per her final requests. She leaves behind a very sexy widower, many friends, many enemies, some frenemies, several love interests, and two dogs. She leaves her Tiffany engagement ring to be fought over by her two closest friends, and she will be missed.
A tad dramatic, I know. You would be too if your dinner was a pitcher of margaritas and cheese straws, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle had bashed your brains in. Scott’s been gone since 5 with other Auburn alumnies *gag* 
, and I am bored. I watched tv, played around on the computer, and read as long as I could, but as soon as I broke out the blender, those words were wriggling worse than Scott at the reptile exhibit. hehehehehe So, I thought of getting a head start on packing without Scott to act like a 3-year-old around me.
I began with all the books that i have pushed into every nook and cranny of this blasted apartment, piled on every loaded shelf, and hanging out with my dry goods. Thankfully, I was able to beg boxes off some businesses around me, so I had plenty of stack room. I had cleaned the books off of the shelves in the living room, gotten the random stacks from the depths of my closet, and was working in the guest room/Scott’s office when Volume 1 of Sherlock Holmes Complete Collection fell from the top shelf and hit me on the back of the head. Of course many cuss words were said and the book was chucked across the apartment, which scared the dogs into hiding in the bedroom. I felt around for serious damage and stopped drinking, but I must say that I am way more efficient while drinking.
Now, I just feel all fuzzy but with a headache. I texted Scott when it happened, and he’s been texting checkups every thirty minutes, warning me that if I don’t reply than he’s calling 911. He’s a keeper alright.
Well, Scott just got home. Said his buddies were driving south to go to Pink Pony (it’s a strip club), and he told them that he would rather “play doctor” with me instead. He said it to them in a very different way to save face, but I know for a fact that my old man hates staying out past midnight, unless we’re on vacation or at a party. I would so make him appreciate coming home early with a little stripping of my own, but my head is killing me. We’re going to stay up until I sober up enough the correctly assess my head injury, and then we’re taking a trip to the doctor. He demanded it even though I told him it wasn’t that bad.
To keep ourselves awake, he’s going to finish packing my books while I man the database. You must check out BookDB. It’s free and awesome. I used something a bit different in the store, but for my personal collection, it’s better than perfect.
I need more ice, stat!
06.20.09
Sales, Pails, and, By God, Them Damn Stair Rails
Jeez, it’s been two and a half months since my last post, and I must say that I have missed WordPress something terrible.
I have major news, upon news, upon some more news! I sold my business to a franchise, one with Book in its title. I couldn’t be more happy with the money I made, but I will be sad to watch it go. I made a deal for my current employees to either get jobs with this new company or get some great looking severance checks. I know how to take care of my peeps. I was caught by a neighbor on the street the other day; she told me that the block wouldn’t be the same without me and my book rentals and Friday and Saturday coffee and breakfast sales. I have no idea what I am going to do once the store is truly no longer mine. Sleep? and uninstall Quickbooks?! lol btw, I reassured Jesse that not only would I keep her on my payroll until I was finished with the store and gone, but I would also help her get another good job with fabulous recommendations and such. I really should’ve gone it Public Relations.
Next item: Bella’s wedding weekend on Jekyll Island was fabulous, except for the fact that Skippy and I got in this HUGE fight the day before we were supposed to drive down there and he didn’t go. We were fighting because he did not want me to sell my business and I didn’t want him to go to an interview in D.C. for the government. When I got back, he let my hangover wear off before we began the discussion over. He listened to my business and eventually agreed it was probably the smartest thing for me to do. I listened to him and still fussed with him over getting a job based in Washington. Eventually, he agreed to stick with his at-home work until he could find something better in GA. The whole stay-at-home all the time working is getting to him.
Anyways, the wedding was great. we drank and partied and got sand everwhere. I got tanner, Halley got redder, and Bella got high after the reception and went skinny dipping. Good times… Bella’s wedding reminded me of the summer we all graduated, or what I remember of it The waiter did look a lot like this guy that i had spent the week with at his condo…
More news: We are moving. I will go ahead and forewarn you of future bitching about Scott’s inability to handle moving, no matter how much he wants it. At first, we were debating a country house closer to his family on the GA/AL border, but then I fell in love with this townhouse in the historic district of Savannah and that was all she wrote. Who cares that we’re paying an ungodly amount of money for a 1/4 acre! It’s 30 frickin minutes to Tybee and the beach! And, for an hour more we could go to the more private islands. I am so damn excited to go back to Savannah, and to make things better, we are nowhere near my mother or sisters! Hot Damn how lucky! I hate that the fireplaces are closed up but fell for the built-in bookshelves!!! I thinking of either getting a job at a library or something of the other. Also, I found the website that Skip’s been looking for jobs on and there is an opening for a budget analyst for the Army near where we are moving. Coincidence or fate? 
Hauser has been dropping by at very inopportune times to remind me that he has a business associate down in Savannah and will be visiting us. I continue to remind him that no time in the near century will I be leaving Scott for him, no matter how much he tries. However, I’ve gotta watch out for him. Hauser’s like the ugly puppy that you end up letting in just cause it is relentless, but Hauser is not ugly in any way.
I’m off to go back to the store to continue to go through the books to filch the ones I wanted.
