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.
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Hello? *tap, tap* You there? Or did the invisible garage fairies attack you?
Just goin' AWOL for a while...
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