…I had a perfect day yesterday — I managed to spill part of a root beer float and then sat on it whilst getting in my car.
The indignity of it all.
However my ice cream cone — that I did not drop a bit of whatsoever — was mighty tasty.
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AND THEN — went to a Starlight Radio concert in B-town. It was at a nature preserve. Did I think for one minute that it was an OUTDOOR venue and LAWN CHAIRS might be nice to sit on?
Oh no.
So I stood during the concert-where-everyone-else-was-seated, hoping that I didn’t put the musicians off any…
…until DH went back home, grabbed the chairs, and came back — an eighteen mile round trip.
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Today however was putt-putting right along — really busy at work and the time went fairly fast. Got home after work and told Soph we were going for an uptown walkie, when I saw the answering machine blinking.
“This is so-and-so. We need to schedule your house appraisal.”
Now doesn’t this look nice?
I knew this was coming — we are refinancing our house with the idea of getting it paid for before we <insert hysterical laughter> retire.
I was hoping for just one of those “drive by” kind of appraisals — silliness sometimes reigns in my head — but I guess it should be done properly.
So how in the world am I suppose to get this place put together for a decent first impression? We always have the “lived in look” downstairs, which doesn’t bother me much — but the upstairs! Egads! It’s basically storage and stuff strewn about — not the two bedroom area it should be.
…and the basement. That has to be DH’s realm…
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Did I mention that we are also getting ready to go on vacation?
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NP: The tv weatherman, two fans and the air conditioner
What’s Soph doing? Pushing around her food cube. You should see her — she could do quite well in soccer.
Mood-o-meter: exasperated
