Today began earlier than I would have liked.

You see, it was storming like hell. Thunder, lightening…the works. However, it wasn’t the lightening or the loud thunder that woke me from my sake induced sleep, but the sound of about 20 disgruntled pigeons, lined up along  my window sill, going ape-shit, flapping their wings against the window, straight up “screaming”.

The final straw was when, in addition to flapping and screaming at the top of thier bird-sized lungs, they began PECKING on the glass with their crooked mutated beaks. I tried my best to ignore them, but when I realized that it wasn’t going to stop unless I did something about it, I got up, went to the window, and this is the look they gave me:

Total fucking assholes .

Anyway, Husband got a call from The Boss in Germany. We learned that they are covering our moving expenses 100% and that they are putting us up in a fancy pants hotel for a month while we work with relocation agents to find our “perfect German home”.Yipee! I LOVE hotels. I love maid service and room service… heck, I just love being served, period.

In regards to salary, we were pleasantly surprised, OK, fuck that…we were shockingly surprised with the offer and if we weren’t so hung over, there would have been a lot of dancing going on. No negotiation needed. So long poverty, hello weekends in Paris!

…and just yesterday I was (-) <– this close to doing a swan dive off of the GG Bridge.

Happy Birthday Samplepickle!