Hand Me A Towel

Well...I didn't get the house. Not my grandparents' house that is. While I was out of state on vacation, the owner decided to wait for her open house. Everyone in the business knows that most open houses don't do shit for the sale of a house. In fact, she only had 2 people come to the open house. But, as Fate would have it, one of the bastards decided to make a better offer than I could match.

So, after wallowing in a shallow pool of depression, I got back on the horse. I found 2 more houses that have my curiosity peaked. I made an offer on one, and don't really care if they accept or not. I will try one more place and then pack it in for the winter. I can't say that I am too pleased with my current agent, and here in MI, I had to sign an agreement that sticks me with her for 6 months. Strange state laws here, man.

Friday also marks yet another milestone for me: 42 years of existence in this stench we call life. That only is true if I have had too much garlic or beans, but it was fun to type. Some have said the 40s are the new 30s, but no one told me that until after I got here. If I knew that ahead of time, I would have been a hell of a lot more productive so I could party a little more now. Not that I feel the need to party more, just would have been a lot better to have a little more relaxation at this point.

Summer is almost gone again. Never cared much for the fall...and don't even start talking about winter. Ugh. Maybe I'll just steam clean my carpets and call it a week.