Well, we’ve put an offer on the house. I would say “Yay!” or some such shit, but I’m so not in the mood. This is turning into a bigger pain in the ass than it needs to be. And I completely blame the child to whom I’m married.
Ok, I know that I’m not supposed to post anything that might be construed as criticism of the man I married, but I don’t give a shit. I’m annoyed and so the world must know it. You see, TheMan, gods bless him, doesn’t like to do general maintenance on our home. So, such things as, I don’t know, plastering the hole from the leaky roof are left to me. That’s fine, I can do that. I’m good, dontcha know. However, when I’m doing such things as plastering the hole from the leaky roof I expect the other parent to watch Baby so she’s not underfoot. Is this too hard? Apparently it’s harder than I realize because I had to stop what I was doing to chase her out of the trash/bathroom/sister’s room/bucket of water/etc. and blah. So, I decide I’m going to clear the weeds growing in the front walk (no potentially toxic dust and buckets of hardening mud to injure my darling). Apparently I should be able to do that and keep Baby out of the street too- because the other parent was busy flipping between watching the Eagles (football) and NASCAR. Another project was put on hold because, honestly, I was getting fed the fuck up.
Then, of course, the MIL realtor comes over to tell us that we need to get busy on the cosmetics because she’s going to start showing the house in a week. I inform her that I’ve been busy but it’s hard to do that and chase the child at the same time. I’m not even going to get myself worked up over that particular conversation. Then she tells me that I should hire someone to do the ceiling (because everyone has money shooting out their asses like she does). I tell her that we don’t need to spend that kind of money because I know how to do it. “How?” she asks me. “I printed instructions from do-it-yourself.com” I say. Now, here’s a tip for everyone reading this- You can’t believe everything you read on the internet. Yes, it’s true. I’m certainly glad that MIL realtor told me this or I’d still be surfing in awe, believing everything that popped up on my screen. Whew! She sure did me a favor with that line.[1] Anyway, there was a lot of sighing and rolling of the eyes happening in my living room last night (most of it done by me). Honestly, sometimes I’d kill to have a bottle of some serious liquor handy, if only to smack someone over the head with it.
At any rate, I’ve written up a plan wherein I hope to be able to accomplish most of the “cosmetics” before the first showing. This is mostly just organizing the basement (thanks, TheMan and Lil’ Miss, for making that a gigantor job), finishing the hole, and hiding all of our personal pictures and shit (why this is necessary is beyond me). That shouldn’t be too hard. Lil’ Miss isn’t going away this coming weekend and so I’ll have a little “helper” and MIL has agreed to keep Baby for me. Now I just have to figure out what to do with TheMan while I’m busy. Hmmmm….Perhaps I can find a dairy farmer to take him for the weekend.
Other than that everything is sunshine and rainbows. Really. Boring, hum-drum, sleep inducing sunshine and rainbows. Even Cock-eyed Bill is boring right now. I was looking out the window and saw him in our yard again, so I opened the window, he heard it and took off running toward his house. That was amusing, but only for about 5 seconds. For gods’ sake, the man is 50+ and he’s acting like that? Too bad I didn’t have a b.b. gun.:satansmoking:
That’s all, I guess. I have a test tonight so I’d better get studying.
[1] I’d just like to add that I’ve got two layer of plaster up and the hole is looking more like a dent now, so I guess I did something right.
How to sell your house pt.1277844
Well, we’ve put an offer on the house. I would say “Yay!” or some such shit, but I’m so not in the mood. This is turning into a bigger pain in the ass than it needs to be. And I completely blame the child to whom I’m married.
Ok, I know that I’m not supposed to post anything that might be construed as criticism of the man I married, but I don’t give a shit. I’m annoyed and so the world must know it. You see, TheMan, gods bless him, doesn’t like to do general maintenance on our home. So, such things as, I don’t know, plastering the hole from the leaky roof are left to me. That’s fine, I can do that. I’m good, dontcha know. However, when I’m doing such things as plastering the hole from the leaky roof I expect the other parent to watch Baby so she’s not underfoot. Is this too hard? Apparently it’s harder than I realize because I had to stop what I was doing to chase her out of the trash/bathroom/sister’s room/bucket of water/etc. and blah. So, I decide I’m going to clear the weeds growing in the front walk (no potentially toxic dust and buckets of hardening mud to injure my darling). Apparently I should be able to do that and keep Baby out of the street too- because the other parent was busy flipping between watching the Eagles (football) and NASCAR. Another project was put on hold because, honestly, I was getting fed the fuck up.
Then, of course, the
MILrealtor comes over to tell us that we need to get busy on the cosmetics because she’s going to start showing the house in a week. I inform her that I’ve been busy but it’s hard to do that and chase the child at the same time. I’m not even going to get myself worked up over that particular conversation. Then she tells me that I should hire someone to do the ceiling (because everyone has money shooting out their asses like she does). I tell her that we don’t need to spend that kind of money because I know how to do it. “How?” she asks me. “I printed instructions from do-it-yourself.com” I say. Now, here’s a tip for everyone reading this- You can’t believe everything you read on the internet. Yes, it’s true. I’m certainly glad thatMILrealtor told me this or I’d still be surfing in awe, believing everything that popped up on my screen. Whew! She sure did me a favor with that line.[1] Anyway, there was a lot of sighing and rolling of the eyes happening in my living room last night (most of it done by me). Honestly, sometimes I’d kill to have a bottle of some serious liquor handy, if only to smack someone over the head with it.At any rate, I’ve written up a plan wherein I hope to be able to accomplish most of the “cosmetics” before the first showing. This is mostly just organizing the basement (thanks, TheMan and Lil’ Miss, for making that a gigantor job), finishing the hole, and hiding all of our personal pictures and shit (why this is necessary is beyond me). That shouldn’t be too hard. Lil’ Miss isn’t going away this coming weekend and so I’ll have a little “helper” and MIL has agreed to keep Baby for me. Now I just have to figure out what to do with TheMan while I’m busy. Hmmmm….Perhaps I can find a dairy farmer to take him for the weekend.
Other than that everything is sunshine and rainbows. Really. Boring, hum-drum, sleep inducing sunshine and rainbows. Even Cock-eyed Bill is boring right now. I was looking out the window and saw him in our yard again, so I opened the window, he heard it and took off running toward his house. That was amusing, but only for about 5 seconds. For gods’ sake, the man is 50+ and he’s acting like that? Too bad I didn’t have a b.b. gun.:satansmoking:
That’s all, I guess. I have a test tonight so I’d better get studying.
[1] I’d just like to add that I’ve got two layer of plaster up and the hole is looking more like a dent now, so I guess I did something right.
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