You've Got to be Kidding!

Many of you have been following my troubles at home, or what I'm calling:

Nightmare on Fat and Lazy Street

It's been a rough, ragged 10 weeks in my house, and it was only last week that I threw in the towel and gave my housemates a piece of my mind, then told them I'd be moving out.

Well lodie lodie did I receive a curveball last night!

Our landlord, the real estate agent who's working on selling the house, called to say that the house has been sold, and the new owner wants us out by Jan 20th.

As a tenant, should I be upset? Probablly. Am I? ................no.

I can finally leave this dump, and with no replacement subletter! I can just walk out the door! Now, lazy one and fattie two were a little upset last night, because they have made this house their mess-den and intend to stay huddled inside it, two massive, pastey blobs tucked into their cave. But I am GONE! I'm agreeing to the lease-break, taking my security deposit and gettin' the hell outta Dodge!

Here's what gets me. After all that hell I raised last week, if I had just held out one more week, one more week to the day, I could have left the house with no arguing whatsoever. But then I would have also left never having told them what awful roommates they are, which I think needed to be said, so....um, I don't particularly regret the way things went down. It's just pretty funny. Pretty, tragically, crazily funny.

SO I AM GONE!! Best Christmas ever, universe! Thanks!