Good morning, my darlings! Many new and wonderful things happening in Cheekydivaville lately. Most notably, that we may finally be making that move in the near future. After months of searching, we may have found a place we can call home.
We went through a house yesterday that was everything we want and more. Charming, darling and all kinds of other cutie-patootey words that would make you hurl, so I’ll spare you. Just take a look. Isn’t it to DIE for?
It’s got almost everything on our list of “must haves” like a garbage disposal, eat in kitchen and a bowling alley in the basement. It doesn’t have a fenced in yard, and for some reason, hordes of people keep walking by taking pictures of it, but that’s okay! You can’t have everything, right?
I’m sure we’ll be able to get rid of them in short order when we crank the stereo up to 11. Sure hope the folks in our new neighborhood like Meatloaf.
It’s quite a step up from where we live now, but I’m more than ready to live in a fine neighborhood full of swells. I’ve been taking pinky raising classes for a few months, and I’m getting pretty good at being fancy.
I’ll miss the old homestead, but not too much, really. Mr. The Cheeky is getting too old to mow the roof, so he’s as happy as a pig in a…. in a……….. in whatever makes pigs happy.
So now all that remains is for me to find a job. This may be easier said than done. You guys have been to the deep recesses of my mind and I’m sure you feel fortunate to have found your way back alive. I fear I’m just so weird that I may be unemployable.
First thing I think I had better do is change my LinkedIn profile picture. This one is much better suited to me. I look old enough to be taken seriously, but my outfit is hip enough to show I am on top of the latest fashion trends. Staging the photo with good props like a telephone and a typewriter gives the impression that I am a no nonsense Girl Friday with a head for business. (Or at least have a friend with a camera and a typewriter) Just look at that winning smile! You’d hire me, wouldn’t you? We’ll just see if months of networking and padding the truth about my mad skillz will actually pay off in the real world. Wink wink, nudge nudge
All of this may be premature, as we haven’t made an offer yet, and there is the nasty business of selling our current home to attend to. But, in true cheeky fashion, I’m putting the cart way way WAY ahead of the horse once again, and I’ll think about that shit tomorrow.
Who has the time to worry about selling a house and finding a job? I’m too busy thinking about what kind of gown I can make out of the drapes so I’ll have something tres cheek to wear when I entertain my new neighbors.