thursday thhbbtts

this is my new favoritest thing, since snuggles new peach blossom dryer sheets: palmolive scrub buster crisp blast. its smell-good and a pretty bottle all wrapped up in one. and if you're like me, that's important.

also, you'll want to take note of my fancy schmanzy use of html up there. which reminds me. not a one of you reminded me to get my ink cartridges filled @ walgreens for free yesterday. i trust this was because you all were standing in line to do just that.

so i am an auntie for the 3rd time around. weston dean. both mama and mini squirt are doing fabulously. but i'm highly dissapointed in their choice of middle name. i may need to leave them out of my will, now.

also, my house poking was a bust. small world that it is, turns out the "auto-mechanics teacher-turned-realtor" actually used to teach jason in high school. my hopeful introduction lost its hope pretty durned fast, when we spent the first 5 minutes talking on the porch, with him blocking the door. i realized that to enter the promised land, we first must pass his spanish inquisition, so i pretty much gave up right then and there...kind of zoned out and drooled on myself.

i dunno. either jason was a rotten student or i wasn't holding my mouth right. but by the time he'd actually opened the door for us to enter the house, i was already heading for the car in my mind. i stuck it out tho, always morbidly curious as to the many creative ways my ballons can be popped. we didn't even get to the basement and the workshop. he brought us back to the living room and turns out i gave him his out.

we stood and shot the breeze about gas vs. electric and then i struck. "so we mentioned we have 2 adult male cats. both fixed. and a miniature weenie dog. did we talk about a pet deposit?"

he faked a cringe and snapped a thumb-to-finger... "gosh. i'd have to go with a nooo, for this house, honey. 'wish i'd have known about that...could've cleared that up front....don't really want pets here. "

i snapped my mouth closed and nodded like the stupid person he obviously took me for, recalling 3 seperate phone conversations prior, with this same man, and the terms "sure! we're pet negotiable!" and, "how soon could you move?" and "we'll work something out with the deposit" and, "i'm not worried about it." and, "i'm so glad you called!"

he realized his error. but too late. he feebly attempted to cover it with a "yeaaah. i'm pretty sure i've got someone lined up for this place, aaaanyway. had alot of interest."

what the hello ever.

in the same breath, he actually recommended we look at a trailer of his, down the road.

a trailer. down the road. it may as well have been a van, down by the river, at that point.

i don't know about you, but for some reason, i find that offensive. do i look like i should live in a trailer? i thought i'd scrubbed my redneck as hard as i could. i opted against teasing my hair for our little open house, and at the last minute, threw my nascar teeshirt in the laundry.... i even clipped my toenails.

ugh. ::shiver::

its certainly not that i haven't, or wouldn't again, but just the fact that that was his peace offering. it was insulting. which i managed to relay, after obliging him and following him over to look at it. i guess, when i'm displeased, people tend to read me like a book. we spent all of 2 minutes inside and i walked back out while jason scrambled to be kind. the landlord mumbled "some people don't really like trailers...some do..." and i shot back with, "well. we've been there, done that... kinda trying to move up in the world, you know. i suppose that's why i called about the house. "

after that, well.. there wasn't much more to say. we exchanged pleasantries. he mentioned 3 other houses in the hood that he's renting and i climbed back in the car and sucked my face inside out, refusing to cry.

so its another day in paradise. but the way i see it, paradise isn't all that bad.