As of 3:30 p.m., it is looking very unlikely that Michael and I will be chosen for our favorite kickball team. We failed to jump high enough to clear one of the hoops. Apparently, it is a deal breaker hoop. Michael is still trying to talk at the team captain enough to annoy him into letting us on the team, but I've kinda ambled away to the other side of the playground.
So, the house hunting process continues. I cried on my way back to work (the hoop through which I was attempting to jump required me to leave in the middle of the work day and waste approximately 2 hours of my time). Also, I sent pitiful text messages to a handful of friends to garner some sympathy/empathetic rage.
Then, I decided to drown my sorrows in a cheeseburger, which reminded me that I am also an emotional eater. I don't just reward myself with food, I also console myself with it. That little piece of self-realization went on to make me realize that writing this blog has highlighted my need for therapy.
I think I'll eat a cookie to make myself feel better about that.............
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