Sunday, February 28, 2016

Uh, yeah, about that move thing.....

The real estate agent told us over the phone last Friday.

"He lost his job." Our Navy vet, he never saw it coming. Neither did us, the real estate agent, the lawyer, the furniture dealer who is holding a whole new living room set.


That will look real nice in our garage, won't it?

You could hear the dream machine toilet flushing immediately. Money. Time. Packing. Putting things places and then forgetting where that place is,  but going into every room in the house to see if the thing is actually hiding there, but then we forget why we went into the room in the first place and stomp out annoyed at the thing and ourselves.

So we have a house where it is the same inside and out but the inside is also a puzzle now. It weighs the same, but you can't see it anymore.

So now we sit.


And we hope there is someone out there who wants 1/2 of a townhouse located in a pine forest just south of Saratoga and will pay anything close to our asking price, please let me know.  We have to move to the condo.

And I can't find the cereal. Or my bowl for the cereal. Or a spoon.

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