Turn, turn, turn
Could it be…? Is our long national nightmare…or, at any rate, my own personal hand-flappy drama…coming at last to an end? My buyer and his entire extended family came back this morning for a second look (“what was that, a family reunion?” my neighbor asked when I got home) and the verdict is…yes. Yes, Weasel. Yes, I believe I shall bend you over your tacky linoleum countertops and have my way (really, I can’t think of any description for the deal I’m getting that doesn’t involve the words “ass” and “raping”).
Still…if all goes according to plan, I shall be walking away from Stoat Acres on November the 25th, a poorer but a…poorer mustelid.
And then the fun REALLY begins.
September 27, 2008 — 10:57 am
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