The house we're living in has been sold. It took exactly eleven days -- during which about 150 hapless would-be buyers and their agents paraded through the house. They opened doors and turned on lights and checked closets and asked stupid questions. They did not close doors, turn off lights or seem to care at all about the fact that we were still living here.
I came home twice to find exterior doors left unlocked and actually OPEN. Once I came home and found the refridgerator door open. I was not a happy boy. I am not a happy boy.
And real estate agents have now joined my list of persons who should be stranded at the bottom of the ocean, next to the lawyers and the landlords. Fuck 'em all.
We will be in Portland for most of a week at the end of the month to snag a house. The fabulous fun never stops.
Aaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I came home twice to find exterior doors left unlocked and actually OPEN. Once I came home and found the refridgerator door open. I was not a happy boy. I am not a happy boy.
And real estate agents have now joined my list of persons who should be stranded at the bottom of the ocean, next to the lawyers and the landlords. Fuck 'em all.
We will be in Portland for most of a week at the end of the month to snag a house. The fabulous fun never stops.
Aaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!