There are indications that the Heidi move-out, as previously described, did not go down exactly as reported.
When Heidi was seen putting lots and lots of tarty clothing items in the back of her truck, it was assumed that she alone was moving out. Who can blame us for this assumption -- we just can't imaging having to put up with either one of those couche-tards for more than a couple of months.
To quote the Dude, "New information has come to light, man. " Over the last couple of days, Heidi has been seen around the house as usual, coming and going with Jeff in his never-ending quest to spread his toolness all over this fine city of ours. But we're still hearing stuff being banged around a lot more than usual next door, and today I heard Heidi talking to a friend. The phrase "since we're moving" surfaced through the Miles Davis that I had put on specifically to drown out that harpy.
Could it be? Not only is next weekend the end of the month, but it's a long weekend as well. Ideal for moving. Moving the hell out of my nice little shoebox duplex*. So. We shall wait, and pray, and wait a little more. If I happen to catch the strumpet outside or something, I think I'll ask her about it, under the pretense of offering to move our car on the blessed day.
*Would not "Shoebox Duplex" be an excellent name for a rock band? Okay, maybe not rock. Maybe like pussy gnome emo.
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