Up and caffeinated, off to work in a bit, after I get gas. The “push me” light came on last night as I was pulling into work.
A friendly marsupial? That’s unpossumable!
sari, I can get you a deal on tarps, duct tape, and shovels.
Moooommmm!, you’re dressed acceptable for Wally World as is. For your own yard? might wanna throw on jeans and a shirt. The neighborhood’s got standards.
Boofae, pics or it dinnint happen! And congrats on another step towards Crazy Cat Ladydom!
I’m now more or less presentable. Old sweatpants, a stained t-shirt, and one of FCD’s paint-covered sweatshirts, plus ratty old loafers. I can now be out and about without fear of arrest or scarring neighborhood kids (who should be in school anyway!!!) I won’t venture off my property looking like this - even I have some standards! But I’m no longer freezing too much. However, it’s still in the 40s out there…
I’ve emptied the dishwasher, and I suppose I could run the vacuum cleaner. I suppose. Or I could turn on the TV and work on the shawl. 
Or stay on the computer and do a sudoku or 10.
Video of 2gig talking to a dead opossum.
Couldn’t you tell? You didn’t hear him?
“I’m dead, fella. Nothing to see here. Go away.”
I found one in the trash can several years ago. I tipped the can over so that he could make an escape. He, of course, fell over dead. Opossums are not terribly bright, and this one was especially dim. He would lift his head up every few minutes to see if I were still there, “How an I doin’? I’m dead, you know.”
My sideview mirror woes have been resolved for the princely sum of $21.94. Da bear is happy!
I have the sleepys this mornin’. Looks like it’s a Mumper plague! I feel like I could nap for three hours. Plus I’m all sinusy and that does not help. ICK!
Life is hard.
Outstanding!
How did you do it?
It might be a bit soon to be calling the black cat our newbie but it’s a nice thought. The resident black cat has seen the interloper and had a good howl at him/her through the catflap, not sure whether they have had scuffles or anything outside, but there have been occasions where the newbie has been in the house and eaten any unattended food downstairs.
For reference, the catflap is in door in the the corner of the kitchen from where it is a few short steps for a human round the corner to where the fuzzbutts have their food bowls. I was only guessing that another cat has been in since the residents rarely empty their bowls, and a couple of times I’ve found them scoured clean.
Anyhoo, we will see what happens if the little 'un comes back again and poses for a pic 
Giggity, I had the same response way back when I adopted Nuke from the shelter. I was introduced to a few other cats who fitted my criteria but none of them showed much interest. When I was shown into the area where Nuke was living with a bunch of other cats, he jumped up from his bed, marched over a pile of sleepy mogs and virtually attached himself to me in an effort to convince me that he was The One. With a purr like a little engine, he was very soon on his way home with me.
I hate being jerked around and the seller and/or selling realtor are plucking my last nerve.
(see this isn’t even about the HFH - this time)
They aren’t answering any questions, we don’t even have signed contracts back from them, the inspection is scheduled for tomorrow and when my agent inquired as to if the utilities are turned on she didn’t get an answer.
So WTF are we supposed to do? I just keep going back to they wanted an addendum saying I’d pay $100/day is we go past the closing date and they are the ones dragging their feet and not answering questions. That is just bullshit. They are so lucky I am* NOT* the one dealing with them because right about now I’d be telling them to KMA!
If you don’t want to sell the house then just f’ing say so, give me back my deposit and I’ll move on. If you do want to sell the house then get up off your duff and do what you’re supposed to do.
Fuck them I want an addendum that if they cause the delay they can pay me $100/day.
Lunch break. Lots more crap in the shed than I’d thought. I highly doubt I’ll get any painting done today. Most of our yard tools and equipment are now in the bigger shed, awaiting racks for storage. I figure I’ve got at least 2 more cartloads to haul from the old shed. And the chain guy is supposed to call before coming over, so I have to carry the phone outside with me. How much more difficult can my life get??? <insert pose of woe and despair>
**sari **- I agree that they should be paying you for the delay. What a mess. All the houses we’ve bought over the years, we’ve never dealt with a mess like that. dang.
I want ice cream. I’m thinking I’ll reward myself with some when I get done today.
FCM from what my agent is telling me this is how it is with foreclosures.
She just got off the phone with the title company and they said stuff is just sitting waiting for the banks to get back to them. Nobody knows what they are doing and we are still dealing with the catch-22 of I can’t get a mortgage without the termite repairs and the seller won’t pay until after settlement.
Nobody knows if the power is on or not so once again I have to reschedule the inspection. My realtor told me for one client they had to reschedule the inspection 5 times. You have 10 days to get the house inspected but it takes them more than 10 days to get the power on and the house de-winterized. It’s not fair to all the people who have to keep changing their schedules and the inspectors who are blocking out their time for the inspection.
The damn sellers need to uphold their end of the contract or they need to modify the contracts to reflect their slow ass bullshit.
It’s just pure rudeness and inconsiderate behavior and it pisses me off!
too blurfy to read, so …
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A friendly marsupial? That’s unpossumable!
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I know some pople who have possums as pets.
Those rascals have a LOT of teeth!
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flytrap a local glass company is gettin’ me a piece of glass (mirror) and poppin’ it back in. That’s all that needs to be done. No huge replacement of the whole thing. WOOHOO!
sari that well and truly sucks. I say they should pay you for any delays. You did your part.
Irk has been surprisingly quiet today. I’ve actually been able to accomplish a lot of what I wanted to get done today. With an audit comin’ up (got postponed until Mid May) this is a good thing. I need several more days like this.
Chain guy came back and not only bought the chain, but he took a chain saw and a few other small items. Total sales for the yardsale I haven’t even had yet: $243!! If only I could sell the 2 dinghies - that’d be a major ChaChing!!
Dang MOOOOOOM! You be the yahd sale queen of southern Merrylande!
Howdy from da cave! I’s tahrd thus the General shall get his dindin swiped. Besides, I got me a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for the General’s dindin.
Other than that, I got nuttin’ right now. Carry on.
I ran to the Credit Union for change, plus to deposit some of the cash. Then I went to the hardware store for a couple of Garage Sale signs. Finally, I ran into McKay’s for some sushi for supper, and some ice cream, because I deserve it!
I suspect for our dinghies and a lot of the boat stuff, I need to put some flyers in local marinas. If necessary, I’ll make up flyers after the sale.
For tonight - TV and shawl-making. I wonder if doggies benefit from melatonin???
I had to get a Dr. Pepper just to get through irk today. I’ve cut out a lot of caffiene, so this is a big thing for me.
I got a meatball sub from Jersey Mike’s for dinner. S’alright. Not the best I’ve ever had, but not the worst either. I really just wanted red meat. In the words of Something Positive, I wanted to eat something that once knew fear. I think I’m low on iron.
The General’s dindin has been purchased and consumed. Once again, OYKW had to go back to his place to deal with paperirk, poor thing. He’s short staffed right now so paperirky stuff kinda gets behind so he brings it home with him which he’d rather do than stay at his orifice. Still stinks though.
I think it’s time for me to do some shawl-making. *** MWAH!***
Then this is so amusing
State Farm agents send me letters on a regular basis trying to get me to switch to them. As usual I got two of them. I opened the first one and it is addressed to somebody I don’t know. The envelope is addressed to me but not the letter inside. Then I opened the second one and the letter inside is addressed to my niece.
With that kind of service you know I’m just going to run out and switch over to State Farm.
But on a good note!!!
Got an email from the realtor. I now have the updated ratified contract!
The seller is paying for and having the termite repairs done when the power gets turned on!
The inspection is set for next Wednesday!
I feel like I can breathe again.
Howdy all. One more day. Just one more day of irk this week. I think I can.