Channeling Veruca Salt

Every once in awhile, a member of my family likes to remind me of what an impatient little child I was.

I want this and I want it now. I want to go here and I want to go now.

Little Amy is creeping into Adult Amy.

Oh how I missed that stylish mullet and jean overalls.

It has officially been a whopping almost 48 hours since I submitted my apartment application, and I have heard not a thing. Not a, "Congratulations!" or a, "You're too poor!" or even a, "What the heck do you charge on that Target Visa every month anyway?!"

I know, I realize, these things take time.

But I want that apartment. And I want it now. I want to spend my weekend purging my closets and my cupboards and dreaming of a garbage disposal and a dishwasher. I want to go window shopping for new furniture and find fun frames at Target to upgrade my art prints from poster material to, well, art. 

And for pete's sake I want to be able to throw a proper goodbye party for me and the ants. Is that too much to ask?

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be preparing some cracker crumbs and candy bar pieces for my little friends. Let me know if the phone rings. 

And oh yeah-- Happy Halloween!