May 25, 2006

THURSDAY, MAY 25 12:01 AM

I'm trying to get a letter from my shrink that will designate Elvis, my chihuahua, an "emotional support animal". If she'll give me the letter, I can bring him on the plane down to CR in the cabin instead of the cargo hold. Just the fact that I'm asking for this should convince her I'm screwy enough to need it. The last time I had to fly with Elvis in the hold, I sobbed hysterically for 2 solid hours on the flight. Total strangers cursed the airline staff on my and Elvis's behalf. "Poor crazy girl..." they must have said to themselves. Hey, I'm gonna do whatever I can to get him in the plane with me. I don't need one more thing to stress over.
Meanwhile I am prepping for the Great Purge this weekend. Cruising slowly through the house looking for tchochkies that I should get rid of, debating how much to ask for one odd item or another.
We have officially reduced the CDs to roughly 1000. They're now being transferred to huge leather binders, reducing their weight and bulk tremendously. Why didn't we do that sooner?
I've sent out emails to everyone I know and I'll be putting up some flyers tomorrow and Friday so that I can get rid of as much as possible as fast as possible at the garage sale. I'm getting more and more anxious about selling this house and getting out of here. Everyone keeps telling me that the market is flat and, yeah, it's not zooming like it was last year, but I'm seeing houses go up for sale and sell within a month or so. I think everyone just got spoiled during the boom - a house would go up for sale and if it was on the market more than a month, it was usually because it was so egregiously overpriced that no one would even make an offer. Right now, it's been 10 days and 8 people have called and 3 have come to see it. I just want some one to make an offer. Throw me a bone, give me some hope that I'll get out of here before the end of summer.
Ugh, I promise I'll try to be more upbeat later. Right now I'm exhausted and the hardest part hasn't even begun.