We emailed our landlords last week, informing them of Craig’s impending deployment, because that seemed like the conscientious, adult thing to do. Also, our lease expires before Craig’s earliest return date and we needed to hash out a few details. Thankfully, they’re as happy to have us rent this house for the remainder of our time at Ft. Belvoir (18 months or so) as we are. Honestly, the thought of having to find a new rental and move this summer, by myself, didn’t seem the least bit appealing. The prospect of not finding a rental in this neighborhood has caused many moments of fret, nearing on a full on hives breakout or two.
Moving sucks and when you have to move yourselves, and not with the help of young, strapping moving people, who are paid to carry heavy things up and down the stairs of tri-level townhouses, the suck factor increases ten fold. I love this neighborhood; I love this house, green walls and all. As a military brat, Caroline has been and will continue to be subjected to many, many moves; keeping things stable until our time is up in Virginia is really important to us. And it looks like we’ll be able to stay here, near the school and near her friends until we move in 2011.
In other news, Craig and I spent two hours in the JAG office today. One hour and 45 minutes of that two hours was comprised of sitting in a small waiting room with a limited amount of interesting magazines to read. We were called back at 2:45 and I immediately told the lawyer, who resembled a brown haired Drew Carey, that I had to leave at 3 to pick up Caroline. He said he’d have our wills and powers of attorney done in 15 minutes. He wasn’t kidding!
We did the legal mumbo jumbo, raised our right hands, signed on the dotted line and I left. Craig stayed behind to tie all the ends together, but I wasn’t needed anymore, so I left to pick up Caroline.
So now I can legally pull the plug on Craig and then spend all his life insurance money! It’s safe to say that he’s worth more dead than alive.
But, that’s unsavory talk. I shouldn’t joke about such things; especially since he can legally pull the plug on me and spend my life insurance money as he pleases.
Clearly, we take life very seriously.