Teh Squeaky Wheel
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, GN!
So sorry about the TMP-related aggravation, stress and general BS; hope that someone purchases it at a fair price soon.
Paddy, sorry about your friends. You are a good gerbil to help them move.
This kitteh appears to have an “off” switch:
If only wives had the same off button!
Wishing your friends good luck, Paddy, and the same to Rabbit and BW.
This is why we need feminism, you white male cisgendered chauvinist pig oppressor!
If my nose were an “off” switch, it’d be like
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa and Sven!
RabBiT -- it sounds like your RE agent is a near-worthless POS. Can you get someone else from his office, or a different agency, entirely?
Sometime today a 40 cubic yard roll-off container is being delivered to my friends’ former home and we’ll gather to toss things in it. We’ll only fill about half of it, but it was about half the cost of any of the junk haulers.
Describe your day so far, using only one word. I’ll go first: TARNATION!
Hai, Cali and Paddy!
Bummer you’re having a “tarnation!” day; I’d say mine so far is more of a “fffuuuuuuu…!” day. 😉
As you might expect, I’m rather familiar with 40 cu. yd. roll-off bins. (At least you won’t have the issue we often face of trying to figure out when we’ve reached the allowable weight; the overweight charges are pretty steep.)
Since you reckon you’ll only use about half of it, that means you can walk most of the stuff in rather than having to toss it over an 8′ wall, you Good Gerbil, you.
Sorry about your ‘tarnation’ day.
So, here’s the long, sad tale of “How My Friends Lost Their House”.
We’ve known P & C for a long, long time -- back before we had any kids. Their two daughters and our two sons grew up together. P & C lost their first home about 20 years ago. P’s company went under, owing him six months of back salary. The recovering housing market took another crash and they found themselves underwater on their mortgage, with no way to refinance, so they gave their home back to the bank. P & C rented for six years, building up their savings, when C’s parents “bought” them a home -- they fronted the down payment and took out the mortgage. P & C made the monthly mortgage payments, paid the property taxes, utilities, performed the upkeep, and made the repairs. This was their home and everyone knew that was the understanding. Then along came the wicked Stepsister (TWS).
TWS was on her second marriage, having traded up from the first (after siphoning off all of his assets). She lived in a multi-million dollar home and desired the best of everything, which her husband was able to provide by working himself nearly to death. After retirement, the income stream diminished and TWS soon found herself in need of additional funds. She convinced her father (C’s father) to sell P & C’s home and give her the proceeds. The house was sold out from under P & C and that, my friends, is how they found themselves moving out of their home of 14 years and into an extended-stay motel last night, while waiting to move into a townhouse (that they will rent) in a week or so.
That really sucks, Paddy. That is the kind of person to make me believe in evil.
Crikey, Paddy; that’s seriously vile. I cannot help but think very unkind thoughts toward TWS.
I agree with Mac.
She’s a toxic, manipulative person. C has finally realized that she needs to cut all ties with TWS for her family’s sake.
Man, what an ugly story, Paddy.
One word to describe my day? Sameol.
I’m glad to hear that you’ve had another Wonderful Day™ at the Most Wonderful Employer Ever!®
Just a word of caution: unlimited days of joy and happiness can dim your sense of the value of things. I suggest taking a couple of days off to re-calibrate your sense of things.