On my daily perusal of blogs I gave some clicky link love to a commenter on Ren Spreegirl’s place. The result was this quote:
And in these 3 or 4 months, there has been one solitary shag and only 2 pashes. Which is enough of a lack in Man Meat to declare me a Sexual Vegetarian.
I am not at all concerned that wordage like that amuses me and tickles my nuerons.
In Casa de Chelle news, I am still in ‘I have the precioussssss’ agony. Come to find out, when I called my realtor to ‘gimme!,’ that the Preciousss is owned by two people. The one in C-ton signed the contract, they are waiting on the other to sign it and get the process rolling. People numero dos is in California. So my realtor thinks it should be signed by Cali last night or today. Agony. I wanna know.
On a semi-related tangent: When talking with mom about securing a realtor, she got a co-worker’s husband’s card and was giving me the contact info over the phone [this was when I was in Florida]
Me: ok, ready.
Mom: his name is Rhett…Butler.
Me: -blink. blink,blink- -silent pause of thought- What?
Mom: Rhett Butler. -pause, dawning- That’s certainly interesting
Me: -chuckles- Won’t be hard to forget.
Mom: His number is…
I kid you not. But he does give a damn. 😉
And if you think you have a decent sense of humor, you should visit Frankspace for today’s entry.
Thank you, I’ll be here all my life. Be sure to tip your barkeep.
UPDATE: I got the counter offer. They’re trying to be sneaky…put it back in their court…so now I am back in waiting agony. I have a headache…:neutral:
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