It’s 23 days until our road trip to Hawaii.
Today, one TV and stand, one kitchen table and one computer (with printer, speakers, etc) left the building. Dinner was at Applebee’s as the last customer left after 8:00. The phone is ringing off the hook.
Today’s highlight – walking into the elevator at work and having a man wearing a Hawaiian shirt ask me where was I going. I ignored the obvious answer and said, “Where they made that shirt. In three weeks. Permanently.”
Today’s low (is lowlight a word?) – Hearing how the inspections went. You’d think someone buying a 27 year old condo wouldn’t be upset that it has a 27 year old furnace, air conditioner and water heater. It’s like the people who complain about a heat wave. In July. Like that never happens.
We have complete faith in the Wonder Women, our realtors. Everything will work out. We’ll be sitting and sleeping on the floor for the next month, but we’ll eventually make it to Paradise (cue the harps).
Tomorrow’s blog might not appear as I see prescription drugs in my future. Oral surgery, people. Get your mind out of the ghetto. We are not in a crack house.





