How
quickly things change. When did I last write, ten days ago? In those
ten days, we've decided, again, to leave Los Angeles and move to
the San Francisco bay area. Why? Because of Gray's work. When? Within
three months. Am I happy? (insert sound of crickets chirping.) I
don't know what I feel. To make things easy I could refer you back
two years and four months to the last time we attempted this but
didn't go, when Gray's work made him an offer to stay that he couldn't
refuse. Now they're making him an offer to go that he can't refuse,
which is all I'll say about that for now. Now the real estate market
isn't great anymore, although we're somewhat protected in Burbank,
but it's hard to leave knowing two years ago your house was worth
$100k more. Should we keep the house and rent it out? I'm for it,
he's not. But then I want to be a land baron and he doesn't. Will
there be another job for him up north? We know I have no earning
potential, so it's up to him unless someone decides to pay me for
writing medicore screenplays or for a newfound talent for cooking
with bacon. I'll update this more as more comes to the fore.
Because
Gray's health insurance will be ending, I talked to an insurance
broker this afternoon because I couldn't make heads or tails out
of the policies online at ehealth.com. He wasn't much more clear.
My favorite thing was when he tried to talk me into a policy that
would put me under my own contract, and then Gray and the baby under
one for a total of $531 a month. The other option was a policy with
all of us under one umbrella for $545 a month. The difference? With
the family plan the most we would pay a year in case of catastrophe
was $15,000, or $7,500 each. With breaking up our plans into two,
the most we would pay would be $22,500, or $7,500 x three if something
were to happen to all of us at the same time, say in a car wreck.
The insurance guy goes, "But that would never happen."
And I, the customer, not trained in insurance, say "I think
I'd like to pay fourteen dollars more a month just in case."
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The
baby will be one next week. This blows my m-fing mind.
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I'm
ordering this kit
from Amazon to test my milk for alcohol to see how long beer and
wine and Wild Turkey actually stay in my boobs before leaving. Perhaps
I should have done this, oh, twelve months ago.
A
first was had this past weekend: we went to a two year old's birthday
party at Chuck E Cheese. This place is a sweatbox madhouse. The
baby looks just as he was -- bewildered and overstimulated. That
place is a petri dish of horror.
