Too nice.

I am too nice.

Ok - stop laughing.

I really am. I am a sweetheart. A jewel - a pearl of a human being.

I mentioned before that we have a new employee and I was responsible for finding him a place to live. I think its cute - it's a 40's style bungalow a mile from the beach. Its been totally redone in the bathroom and kitchen and has a yard (for gardening - his passion) that can be lovely.

But guess when the stuff arrives? Guess.....Go ahead....Guess.

that's right - tomorrow.

What's tomorrow? Right - MY party!!!!

When does this guy arrive? He's sitting in South Carolina right now...I suggests he drive faster!!!

He's not planning on coming though. He is taking his time. His family visits and a little vaycay before he starts.

So why am I an angel and savior too all things - A saint....?

Because I have agreed to let the movers in. I have agreed to lock up behind them. I cannot believe I agreed.

Why....Because if it wasn't for bad luck. I would have no luck at all. I am feeling already the what if's arising in the pit of my stomach.

What if... They call me at a bad time?

What if...They mess up his stuff?

What if... They mess up the house?

What if - What if - What if....

He's so laid back. I trust your decision - find me a place to live.

Ok Mr. Laid back....I am not responsible for your stuff. I am not responsible for your new home.

I am not responsible if its broken, missing or damaged. I am not responsible if they only deliver half of it.

I am not responsible if they take a leak in the toilet and forget to flush. I am not responsible.

Mt stomachs starting to churn - I am really getting nervous now.

God - I think I am going to have to start drinking at lunch.

I am too nice.