Friday, August 22, 2008

I Really Mean It

Kill me.

Phone rings. (God help me) it's the Gator.

She's on a rip roaring search for a fight (and she's gonna get one, if she's not careful.)

G: Is your Sweetie around?

M: Yes. He's outside.

G: Give him a message for me, will ya?

M: Ohhhhhhh-Kay.

G: These improvements on the garage are not all tax write-offs, you know. Neither property has a garage with it. Thanks. *click*

WTF does that mean? And, which properties, exactly? This a freaking DUPLEX. It's ONE lot, unfortunately with two houses on it. They've been working on the garage for 4 months--and NOW she says this?

Oh, yeah. I'm gonna need bail money.

2 comments:

Burgh Baby said...

Hello? *tap, tap* You there? Or did the invisible garage fairies attack you?

mumple said...

Just goin' AWOL for a while...