Bunny Nose is now 23,672 words long with 27,328 words remaining to hit Camp Nano’s target of 50,000 words.

At the rate I’m going it’s looking like neither of us is going to be right. Tom said I’d lose on 1500 calories a day with exercise and I said I’d gain. So far I’m only half a pound lighter than I was last Monday when I first started this plan.

The baking soda and salt concoction seems to be helping my teeth tremendously. This is great because we want to use Tom’s days off for moving and not playing dentist. He wouldn’t even yet have the 3 days off he’s got if he worked for an American company and he hadn’t won one of them in that raffle.

Poor guy’s doing OT again. I’m sure he’s got the usual mixed emotions about it, too. It’s tiring, but we could literally live off the OT alone even if it might be a bit tight.

The sucky thing about the dentist, whoever they end up being, is knowing that they’re going to do what’s best for their wallet, not for their patient. So while trying to salvage these hopeless teeth may make them more money, it means many appointments for me. Not my idea of a good time. So I may have to work a bit at talking them into just knocking the fuckers out and giving me dentures.

The baby birdies in the next on the corner of the porch right outside the door across from the bathroom sound so cute chirping away. They remind me of newborn mice. I peered through the door’s blinds and saw Mama Bird feeding the babies earlier, but then she saw me and flew away.

My mind is a mixture of thoughts of moving, the fun things Tom and I have to look forward to, sexy Serb actresses, and bad news coming Jesse’s way soon enough.

At first I wondered if we should tell Jesse on the 1st that we’re looking to move and only pay him half a month’s rent with the promise of paying the rest of it if we’re here throughout the entire month for fear of him not giving us our money back if we left in the middle of the month. But then Tom made a few good points as to why we shouldn’t tell him we’re moving till we actually get a place. For one, nicer places like what we’re looking to get into always rent before they’re empty. If we were looking for another dump like this, then getting our money back could be an issue, cuz those are usually available right away. So we won’t say anything till we get a place. Also, giving him 30 days’ notice shouldn’t be an issue, not that I care if he gets that much. We give him what we can give him.

Another reason we don’t want to say anything till we have a place is that as soon as we say the word, the projects are likely to start. If we don’t have a place yet he’ll take his sweet time. If we tell him we’re out in 30 days or less, then he’ll get the damn roof and painting done as fast as he can.

What’s funny is knowing that once he does the roof and painting he’s going to think the projects are all done. But then as soon as we leave and he sees how bad the kitchen sink and tub faucets leak, he’s going to realize that they’re far from done, LOL. The kitchen sink is probably a quick fix, but the old ancient tub of shit probably needs to be replaced entirely and that’s a HUGE job cuz you need to cut into the wall.

Nothing would be as funny as the thought of him getting really shitty tenants, though. Then again, not quite. That’s runner-up. The funniest thing would actually be him not being able to re-rent the place for many months. It’s hard to say just how fast it’ll go. Most people don’t want to live in the country. They don’t like the quiet and they want to hear their neighbors regularly because it makes them feel less alone and lonely. Some people would even find living out here a bit scary. On the other hand, trashy, tiny old trailer or not, $825 with everything included but propane and internet/phone is a good deal for pricey California.