I am in hell. I’m supposed to be closing on my new house Monday and I’m still fooling around with the mortgage company. Assholes. The broker got into a fight with the real estate agent today and I just know that no matter how much money I bring to closing they’re gonna jack me for a few extra thousand dollars. Do I look like I have a few extra thousand dollars? As it is I’m going through the couch cushions.
So what does Mr. Rizzuto do at a time like this? He goes to Atlantic City! And you guys know what happens when Mr. Rizzuto goes to Atlantic City. I’ll be thinking about the good times though. I won’t be thinking about this.
I can’t really begrudge him his trip though, because today was the last day of school. Mr. Rizzuto has the hardest job in the world, teaching middle school savages in Brooklyn. Today was Dante’s last day too and he didn’t flunk 4th grade, which is good. I’ll be taking him to see Wall-E this weekend as a reward for not being a delinquent. He’s too young for Atlantic City. Maybe next year.
In any event, I hate gambling. I don’t understand gambling addicts. What exactly is the thrill of watching all your money get sucked into a big flashing machine? You might as well flush it down the toilet. Of course if he did that I wouldn’t have my alone time. But I still don’t get it.
So anyway, if you don’t hear from me in the next couple of days you know what’s up. I’m going to bed and try to forget that Janey moo-ed at my dinner. I don’t like to be reminded that my dinner used to be a living thing, it kinda kills the mood.