This Too Shall Pass.

They put our house back up for rent on Craigslist and I assume they're going to stick that big ol' For Rent sign in the yard any day now. I feel like that For Rent sign is a Scarlet Letter I have to bear about the neighborhood with the neighbors I'd just gotten friendly with. We were the couple with the 'sled dog' according to all the little kids.

Now I am what? The lady with lilac loveseat sleeper she just ordered which is going to force her into a two bedroom apartment instead of just a one. Oh well.

For the most part, I have stopped sobbing like Kim K at work, or if I do, I limit it to my cubicle and not the meetings about ordering defibrillators for prisons, because that's just not appropriate. Sometimes I cry in line at Togo's, but who cares right.