So, Aims, wait...
We would just...live there and be available to show the home? Then when it's sold we have to move?
Aw, fuck that.
Besides, I think we'd suck at it. Prospective buyers would come over and we'd be all: "BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!" "SHUT UP, OLLIE! SHUT UP!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Stupid dog. Hi, so...you're here to see the home? Great, uh...let me just SHUT UP, OLLIE!! GET DOWN!! let me just kill the dog, just kidding, mostly, and, uh...don't mind the spaghetti sauce stains on the floor...and walls...and ceiling, there was a lunch experiment gone wrong, see, and, oh! This is our daughter Emeline, Emeline don't hit the people with a balloon, no. No. NO!! DO YOU WANT A TIME OUT? DO YOU?? I'M COUNTING! ONE...TWO...good choice, thank you. I'll get you some milkies in a minute. In a minute, I said. IN A MINUTE, go watch Dora. And this is the foyer..."
Probably get fired in the first week.
Daisy's bah is also my bah. Bah!
Happy Birthday, vw!!!!
I'll add my bahs to the herd, Aimee. Bah!
I'm lost. I can't find Natter.
There isn't a new one yet, luv.
How are you feeling?
I think Natter is on vacation and the temp that was supposed to fill in for Natter found another job.
I think there's not a new one yet.
You are welcome to Natter here, paperdol.
Emeline has a fever. Sigh.
She also answers yes when I ask if her ears hurt, but she answers yes if I ask if her nose is falling off.
Ah, two year olds.
Ugh, Aims. That is a totally lame, bite-o-riffic bait and switch. Glad you flagged 'em.
And congratulations on the good interview, MM. I'll be vibing "Clearly that handsome fella in the stripey tights is our only rational choice"~ma in the direction of Michigan.
Happiest of birthdays, vw! (Until next year's trumps this year's with even more happy)
My own job interview is at 1 today. I feel terrified and unprepared, though at least armed with a suit (courtesy of juliana) and grayless hair (courtesy of Clairol).