Hopefully we can all agree that this counts as updating
December 01, 2006
Or maybe we can't. I say it totally counts though.
This is a waaaaay belated birthday shout-out to reader Clark, at the request of his girlfriend Karley (right down to the wording of the sign, and I really excel at following directions and spelling five-letter words). Karley was actually super on top of things and asked me for a photo plenty of time before his actual birthday. Which was last week. Ha HA.
I was feeling so super generous and in love with the real estate community, so I was all: SURE! AND I WILL GO YOU A STEP FURTHER AND POST IT ON MY PERSONAL BLOG-TYPE WEBSITE FOR ALL TO SEE, FOR HOW EASY OF AN ENTRY WOULD THAT BE, MWA HA HA! GOD, I AM SO AWESOME AND NICE.
And then I didn't, for many many days. It's a long story, and one that I actually omitted from the already long-ass story I told you on Tuesday, because I thought I was just being neurotic and whatever, the sale of our condo is totally NOT in jeopardy, chill out. Everything is fine!
Except that our sale kind of was in jeopardy for awhile, and I was a total spazz this entire week about it, and I'm about 99% sure that the potential crisis has passed but I don't want to talk about it until that last 1% is settled, plus: SUPER BORING. LIKE THESE WORDS I AM TYPING NOW.
ONLY SORT-OF BORING ASIDE: There is currently a bird in our dryer vent. It is...flapping around in there a lot. If I turn on the dryer, would that possibly encourage it to fly back out? Or would that cook it? Or reduce its changes of static cling?
Anyway. Happy belated birthday, Reader Clark.
A misguided attempt at "goofy."
(I have Big Plans for next week, people. I am thinking VIDEO BLOGGING. I am thinking ILLUSTRATED CRITIQUES OF HOLIDAY CATALOGS. More photos of MY DOG WEARING FUNNY THINGS. And responding to the MONTH-LONG BACKLOG OF EMAIL. Because I have HIRED MOVERS TO PACK MY SHIT UP FOR ME.)
(I am totally a CAPS-LOCK CRAZY SPOILED WHOREBITCH.)