How we ended up in sunny Seattle

It's been a long time. And our lives have been turned upside down. Not that you will be surprised, but my pee stick was negative. Kinda like my attitude toward the whole thing I guess. In the some odd months that I have been away from my writing, my husband and I have moved from Greer, South Carolina to Benton, California to Oak Harbor, Washington. See what happened was I got a job and I was working. Larry was working for my sister's poor-example-of-a-man husband. My mom was in the hospital so collectively the four of us were waiting in the ER waiting room or my mom's ER room for some explanation for her being there. Ashley's piece of shit flips out...... Okay long story short he calls me an inconsiderate bitch for not leaving my mother's room at his command. Naturally, my husband gets pissed. He stews all weekend. By Monday he is in such a tizzy he is practically hyperventilating by the time he gets to work. He tells piece of shit that he doesn't think them working together is going to work. Piece of shit then tries to flex his lack of muscle and acts like he is gonna hit Larry. I call the cops. Piece of shit knows if he touches my husband a lot of shit is going to happen. First he is gonna get his ass whooped by my young stud husband. Second, I'm gonna get involved and throw a few, too. Then his punk ass would be going to jail, he would have some serious issues in his marriage. I was ready to get down redneck style. Instead, piece of shit just runs his mouth. Eventually, he maces my husband. Yeah, I know, we could own his business right now, but Larry didn't want issues between me and my sis. The point is if he wasn't so convinced the world revolved around him, Larry wouldn't have quit. Ultimately I really just feel like he is the reason my world fell apart and now live 3,000 miles away. I'm so good at the blame game. Anywho- when life hands you limes you make margaritas. So we are living in an RV. Larry's sister needed a full time babysitter and neither of us have found work otherwise, so here we are. Oh and speaking of job hunting, I can't even get a mother effin interview. No call, no return email, nothing. Like I never applied. This frickin recession has not turned around. The poor are still poor. The rich are richer. And such is life. Hootch and Larry are sleeping. I suppose I should be. It's almost 4am. So if this doesn't post because I wrote it on my mePod I am going to be pissed. And if it does, yea for me!