Wednesday, July 21, 2004
I was really hoping that the Crime & Death Scene Cleaners' logo might have been displayed loudly on the side of the van when they pulled up this morning just to get my new Talbot's-Land neighbors talking. But the owner of this business seems to think it prudent to go the more discreet route; there is just an itty-bitty sign on the door which they cover up when they reach their destination. God, when did the owner decide to go into this business? What prompted him? "Mommy when I grow up I want to remove bodily fluids and urine smell from houses. What do you think about that?"
It has been these guys -- the cat piss smell removers -- whom I have been looking forward to more than anybody else i.e. thanks for the nice paint job and covering up the ugly 50's fireplace but what good does a now beautiful sexy den do you when there is a dank urinal odor seeping from underneath the door of the utility room? As of this evening when I checked it out, the smell would seem to be gone. Cost: $325.
Bye, bye Wanderlust for now... Unless the spreadsheet is lying, I am way over budget on the house already. Like 20K over budget... But to let you in on a little secret, I don't care. Hubby has worked his ass off from the moment we landed in the US in 1984 with a new-born baby and eleven boxes (nine of which contained his technical books) to our names. The earning power he has now he may (or probably won't) have in ten years when he is sixty. It's time to totally enjoy. To re-connect with friends and family in a house perfect for re-connecting. With a wow-garden. Where every room has a picture-window-view to green. Where every door is solid (thanks to us). Every floor polished (thanks to us). Every wall painted lush color (thanks to us). An office for me: to write my book, to send dumb jokes, to read lefty/righty articles, to publish my own articles and erotica, to explore. An office for him: to work, research, upload his photos, enjoy porn, and explore. A bedroom to enjoy each other. A suite for guests and kids to visit (not live). A kitchen made for hubby to cook his sumptuous meals. What's the worst that can happen? We'll have to sell. We'll lose the money we put into it. But while we were there it will have been great. Boy, am I a great rationalizer or what?! And come February 2005 when we have no money for a vacation to warmth let's see what I have to say....
It has been these guys -- the cat piss smell removers -- whom I have been looking forward to more than anybody else i.e. thanks for the nice paint job and covering up the ugly 50's fireplace but what good does a now beautiful sexy den do you when there is a dank urinal odor seeping from underneath the door of the utility room? As of this evening when I checked it out, the smell would seem to be gone. Cost: $325.
Bye, bye Wanderlust for now... Unless the spreadsheet is lying, I am way over budget on the house already. Like 20K over budget... But to let you in on a little secret, I don't care. Hubby has worked his ass off from the moment we landed in the US in 1984 with a new-born baby and eleven boxes (nine of which contained his technical books) to our names. The earning power he has now he may (or probably won't) have in ten years when he is sixty. It's time to totally enjoy. To re-connect with friends and family in a house perfect for re-connecting. With a wow-garden. Where every room has a picture-window-view to green. Where every door is solid (thanks to us). Every floor polished (thanks to us). Every wall painted lush color (thanks to us). An office for me: to write my book, to send dumb jokes, to read lefty/righty articles, to publish my own articles and erotica, to explore. An office for him: to work, research, upload his photos, enjoy porn, and explore. A bedroom to enjoy each other. A suite for guests and kids to visit (not live). A kitchen made for hubby to cook his sumptuous meals. What's the worst that can happen? We'll have to sell. We'll lose the money we put into it. But while we were there it will have been great. Boy, am I a great rationalizer or what?! And come February 2005 when we have no money for a vacation to warmth let's see what I have to say....
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