You dropped a bomb on me, baby
First my Dad comes over (he lives next door) and tells us our mutual landlord just called to tell him he has to move out because his (our landlord’s) son is coming back to Guam next week and needs a place to live. I’m so upset that my Dad was not given more notice than that. Dad’s rent is paid up to July 15th so that gives him a little less than two weeks to find a new home. I am not happy about this at all.
Then I find out Luther Vandross is gone.
I have reached my bad news capacity for today. We’re thinking of escaping reality and watching War of the Worlds tonight. If the movie sucks, I might go postal on someone considering the mood I’m in.
So sorry to hear about the untimely eviction of your pops. So how was War of the Worlds anyway? Did you end up going postal afterwards? Ai adai, I still think that the Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes engagement is a farse!
There should be some way for your dad to bide more time. Two weeks is not sufficient time to find and move to a new home.