The store’s playlist really boggled my mind. I thought that a home improvement store would have more…manly…music. (No offense to the Wandering Minstrel or any other guy who digs girly power ballads.) I was expecting George Thorogood, Bruce Springsteen or the Rolling Stones. Music that would inspire someone to take up his power tools and “git-r-done!”
Instead, I get easy listening. Oh well.
Had to take the picture down because of some rule against advertising an agent outside the permissible arena of real estate advertising or something like that. No biggie. It still lives on Flickr anyway. Hm…does white type show up in newsreaders?
WM and I have spent the last 2 Saturdays and last Monday night trying desperately to get the house ready to show. BvP is off in Greece for the month with his new lady, so we’re handling getting it staged and ready to show. I did get to use a Dyson vacuum (apparently, I can be replaced with an archaeologist and a $500 household appliance – I keed! I keed!) and it was…just okay. Sucks as much as my cheapy $85 vacuum. Sucks! Ha! The second house showing was tonight. (crickets chirping)
The days are flying as the 35th birthday looms ahead in September. But I do have 2 WDW trips on the horizon (Inner voice: Shouldn’t you be…um…saving for a new house?) And I’m happy. Amazing the surprises 12 months can bring to a girl.