We have a pumpkin pie left, but I told the kids they couldn’t have it until later.
I think I’m going to put on my Official Major Housecleaning Outfit (gray sweatpants and my gray Confederate Artillery t-shirt), and clean the stove and mop the floors. I don’t think the Advent Kitteh likes bacon grease, unlike Shannon, who will lick the floor in the most undignified way.
The pumpkin pie breakfast was yummy, but then I had to get busy. I’m still trying to gather documents for my recertification, and that never gets easier.
In Henderson, they only wanted three months worth of documentation, but here, they want six months for the bank, 12 months for the meds and any other expenses related to either one. Such as health insurance and transportation. I don’t know how to figure the latter because I don’t know the federal guide on it.
Anyway, its done for another year. Since my Favorite Son was asking about how soon I have to move once I get notification about a vacancy, I’ve decided to call AR on Tuesday to find out if I have moved up on the list. And all that brain activity wore out me little ‘ead.