Last Thursday before the long weekend I had been over at my parents place for most of the day and night and had not yet been home. Upon arriving home my roommate asks me if I knew that Ken and Barbie were moving?
me: Yeah, they are moving to BC or something and I figure that is why they had the garage sale.
Roomie: Ah no, did you know that they were moving today?
Me: no, no I did not. Are they?
Roomie: They did. I came home from work and there was the moving truck and they were emptying the contents of their home into it.
Me: NOOOOOO, were is the open house? Why isn't it on the market? Where are my new fun neighbours? For Christ Sakes!
Roomie: I don't know but they are gone.
The next morning I got up and packed the car as we were going away to a friends cottage, and I notice a car in their driveway. It had a cutesy license plate and I remember from the garage sale. Shit I bet they are not selling the house, they are instead going to prolong my agony and rent it to her or his sister. Son of a bitch, the garden is going to stay!
So it has been a few days now and no signs of Ken and Barbie and I have not seen the person that owns the car either. So I guess that I am stuck with Skipper, Barbie's younger sister.
Aside from that I had a wonderful weekend and will blog about that one later.