no offers. the main complaint (really the only complaint) is that people want to live higher up in the building. i don't think they realize the benefits of our lower floor. higher ceilings. parking spot just over THERE. locker and parking on the same floor. hmph.
i also think our agent hates us. we keep emailing her and asking questions. she said that the average property takes 30 days to sell and that we are only on day 14. read: stop bugging me.
no showings today. our flowers are dying. my cat, although is doing better, doesn't seem herself. i'm convinced she hates us too for abandoning her.
if i were stuck in a desert, this would be one of those days that i don't even see any mirages of waterfalls or have any wistful thoughts of a nestea iced tea rep rescuing me, and i just lie under a cactus and hope one of the cactus needles puts me out of my misery.
just kidding. i think my morbidity comes from the frequency in which i've been watching dexter. we've finished season one, by the way, and we're eagerly waiting for my co-worker to provide us with season two. my favourite line: "maybe if i don't blink, my eyes will tear up" when he was watching terms of endearment with rita. priceless!
at least i have dexter to make me happy. oh right, and a loving husband and good health. must stay positive. where's that nestea guy??
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you also have a new coach purse. post a picture!
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