The Curse

Poncho and I are cursed.

We moved out of our apartment and into his grandparents' very nice house. They were moved to an assisted living home near Poncho's mom and aunt, so we're house sitting for them. Lovely home, nice pool, great kitchen, no rent. Fabulous.

Poncho and I are going on trips. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow to visit L in Oklahoma, in celebration of the impending birth of her first child. Poncho's going to roadie for one of those pop star chicks, which he is very excited about.

It's all very splendid. Unfortunately it would seem that we flew too high and must pay for our good fortune.

Here is what happened since we started moving:

1. Poncho hurt his neck somehow. Being on Vicodin and Soma made moving a super fun.
2. When the cable company said "Yeah, the house is cable ready" they apparently meant "Yeah, we have no idea what we're talking about." Took a week to get Internet. This made filling Etsy orders difficult. Seeing Poncho go through withdrawals was interesting at least.
   
   
   
   
   

   

   "What do you mean you have to dig a trench from the street??"
   
3. We finally got Internet today. The cable guy was super nice and helpful. He also broke a window. Not a plain glass window, no, a like cut crystal weird fancy window. I don't even know how to get something like that replaced.
4. I sprained my ankle. We live a block from a grocery store now so I thought Lovely, we can just walk there. Unfortunately, this whole "walking" thing turned out to be more difficult than I had anticipated.

That's it. Instead of wondering what's going to come next, we decided that the curse ended when the Internet was turned on (yes, that is a joyous enough event to signal the end of a curse). As if moving to a new city the week before leaving on long trips wasn't enough of a pain on its own. We decided that there is no way we deserve any further punishment. Tomorrow will be our last day together for two months and then we're both off to have a great time.