no old-man houses today. two dogs. two times that I asked what kind of municipal station was across the street (Sparky - once that I knew before the agent said it: waste water. UGH.) one naked lady.
Seriously. Agent knocks, we're in the house a full 15 minutes, agent pushes open a bathroom door and voila. I felt terrible that we were in her house, and she (the owner) said she hadn't realized how late it was getting and that I guess we didn't want that much disclosure, did we?, but omg, if the realtor screwed up the times, I'm going to be horrified, even though we aren't interested in the house. I keep saying to people 'I don't want a big house.' and they keep looking at me like I have two heads. granted, the mill house I was in love with in Rose Valley (The arts and crafts community) was almost too small - but that was mostly because it was perched between a steep bluff and a roadbed and there was nowhere to go except the house. Kind of like living in a lighthouse. Except no water. And no boats. and, er, no big light.
totally wiped out and we have a couple more to go before taking my parents to dinner in thanks for my mom watching Iris all day, and some tomorrow.
Dragon boats sounded wonderful, d! We'll get them next year. How was the Tut?
Iris has discovered that she can make hotel elevators move. That was a fun few minutes.
naked lady episode seems to have killed teh thread.
Just got back from the vet. As expected, Percy turned into Mr. Hyde, so he needed to be put under in order to be looked at. As I guessed - arthritis. But he is all agitated from the anesthesia - so I am trying to stay seated and convince him that nothing is up , all the bad stuff is over
My property is inspected. The smoke alarms need batteries and apparently the property manager has to be the one to replace them. We need to clear the weeds from the front yard, a landscaper will come in and do the shrubberies on the hill. No one knows where our water heater is.
Other than that, laundry has taken over my life to the point of making me think maybe I should break open a bottle of bourbon.
bourbon can only help laundry
A couple of weekends ago when we were down the beach the smoke alarm started beeping that it needed a new battery. Today both the smoke alarm in my current apartment and the one in my new apartment started beeping for new batteries shortly after my stepfather entered the room. We decided he's cursed.
Other than the alarms, things are going very well today. Our new kitchen is almost entirely unpacked. It feels so nice when everything is new and organized before the chaios creeps in.
That's excellent, sj! Aside from the alarms.
That's my reasoning, too, beth. Unfortunately, I seem to have no bourbon. This might be a job for tha Sofia stuff...
rum works too
I got up to get a snack - and the cat stole my chair. Might mean that I should do something soon
Today both the smoke alarm in my current apartment and the one in my new apartment started beeping for new batteries shortly after my stepfather entered the room. We decided he's cursed.
Either that or he's on fire. Possibly also Satan. Brimstone and smoke are a lot alike.