Blah, blah, moving to a new country nine months pregnant, whatever. You want to know the REALLY unfortunate timing? Moving to a country with the BEST PICKLES IN THE WORLD with only two weeks left to take advantage of this fact according to legend.
Dumb.
Speaking of legend, let’s all wish upon the Magic Pickle, that the “Mmm, maybe a month,” to get our stuff delivered is nothing but a silly fairytale, and that they’ll actually be following us on our House Hunt like Pesci and Stern in a plumbing van.
Because a BED might be a nice addition to the digs, a bonus feature if you will…
(Mom, you might want to steal the seat-cushion floatation device from the plane, and possibly the blanket and pillow, just to hedge your bets. Beds. Either.)
