talked with the potential property seller this morning. she will be back in town on wednesday. evening.
"so i'll bring up some tequilla and get you good and drunk..."
"hahaha, maybe i'll just give you the property then!"
*shoulders up, head down, eyes slanted, rubbing hands together, complete with eveil grin*
"good, we will see you wednesday evening..."
one thing i've learned in life is not to get my hopes up. when i want something really bad and stress about it, it never happens. if i dont care and leave things up to themselves, good things happen to me. thats not to say i dont work for the things i have in my life, but i dont get my feathers all fluffed up either... (that would be a chicken reference. spent a lot of time hanging out watching them on sunday.)
so the way i feel about this potential deal is whatever. i dont really give a shit. it seems like it would be a massive headache. stress. which has taken me years to let go of. it affects me horribly.
well, good day to you at this point i dont have much to bitch about....
oh those boys outside cleaning trucks have just found out what rubbing compound is... heh, heh...
"and after you finish washing it, dry it... use this."
hands over rubbing compound.
"its like wax only you have to rub it in a little harder and when you are done with that, buff it off like wax, then wash it again. thoroughly. then wax it and yer done!"
its one of these.