After an exhausting day of beer and football, I came back to my apartment and nearly exploded with happiness when I saw that every last speck of Crazy's belongings were finally gone! I literally danced around the apartment and could not contain my huge, goofy grin. I had to share my excitement. So, I called Cool Guy. I wished he were there so I could hug the crap out him! Woo hoo!

Although I knew that she would be coming on Sunday to collect the last of her things, I never really thought that she would ever be gone. It's one of those things that I could never believe, until I saw it with my own eyes (like a UFO, or Bigfoot). Shocked and amazed, I danced a jig in the living room as I rearranged the furniture. If you recall, Crazy and I had a huge debate over living room furniture and space. Not surprisingly, I was right. Now that her crap was gone, the furniture fit perfectly, as I suspected it would. Cool Guy and I now have a fun, sophisticated, Crazy-free living space that we can finally call "home". 

In typical, Crazy fashion, moving day did not go off without a hitch. Of course she had to create some sort of nonsense drama. Although I wasn't there, Cool Guy and our friend "Brit" witnessed the epoch event. Brit sent me an e-mail describing the situation. It read:

...Then she starts asking me questions like have I seen her mugs?

I just said “Sorry no, I don’t live here”.

Anyway after arguing with Cool Guy about 5 more times, and asking me again, she decided she wasn’t going to find the mugs and left, but at the door ran back for one last look in all the drawers and cabinets in case she didn’t see the mugs the first 500 times she looked there.

Then with a “they must be hiding it in one of their rooms” she left.

Was all rather dramatic, she should be on stage.

Ironically, Crazy does aspire to be on stage, and calls herself an "actress". Unfortunately for her, I don't think she's a very good one, if she can't even figure out how to "act" like a normal person. Good Riddance, Crazy!