Hey there, you all! So, E and I are closing on our condo tomorrow! I hear we will each be signing our names approximately sixty times, which is pretty exciting - I am resting my right arm today in preparation. And then we will be handed our keys and we can move in anytime. Which of course means we will start moving in tomorrow night.

E has been virtually moved into my apartment with me for the past week or so, because his stupid roommates and their stupid cats brought FLEAS into their apartment, like, ew. FLEAS. And they are insane, the roommates, because apparently they noticed the bugs on their cats WEEKS ago, and just figured they’d go away on their own. So they said nothing, and called nobody. And now, of course, their enormous apartment is overrun with fleas, and flea eggs, and ew. Fleas! So E and I live together in my studio apartment. Let me tell you, a studio is not big enough for two people, especially when one of them is 6′4″. Moving into our two-bedroom place will be a welcome relief. At least this whole experience has been a good crash course in the whole living-together thing.

Also I have a weird story. So, last month I ordered a pizza one afternoon from my favorite place, P__ J____’s. I had the day off of work and class, E was at work for the night, and I was looking forward to an afternoon alone with pizza and dvds. They promise that deliveries take 30-40 minutes, but literally an hour and a half went by before it came. I had called once to enquire, and the woman was just like, “We’re busy, it’s graduation, he’ll be there soon.” So when he finally came, it was an elderly guy (aw), and when he handed me the pizza I asked whether it was even still hot. He said, “Oh sure, it should still be warm.” Which is, you know, not quite the same thing.

So I take the pizza inside, and yes, the BOX is warm, but the pizza is not. So I went to the website and filled out an online form in which I told them it had taken an hour and a half and that I would like my credit card refunded. I got an email back that that would happen.

Then weeks went by, and no credit ever showed up on my statement. I sent another email, but still nothing happened. Finally my credit card statement was due, but there is an option to dispute a charge before you pay the bill, so I did that. I filled out the little online form and told them the whole story. Two days later I had an email from the credit card company saying the charge was reversed (I love you, credit card company!).

The next day, I got a voicemail from someone at P___ J___’s, apologizing for my inconvenience and saying that there was a check in the mail to me! And also, that I could call up and reference a certain code and get two free pizzas anytime I wanted! So when the check arrived, I basically had gotten PAID for the crappy pizza. I was psyched. It was like I had finally gotten some justice from the behemoth corporation.

And then, the very same day, I got a parking ticket from one of Savannah’s gazillions of meter maids. It turns out I had gone over my meter time by three minutes.

The amount of the ticket? The same as the check I had just received for the late pizza.

Confound you, fate!!