My little buddy, Mr. Bojangles, napping. I love burying my face in his fur and kissing him. He's so cute!
I hired a painter to paint my living room, dining room, and hallway. He did most of the work today, and will complete the job tomorrow. It looks nice.
Daughter has had a second job for at least a couple of months. About five days ago some guy came in to her place of employment and started a conversation with her. He shadowed her the rest of the night while she was at work. Even talked to her as though they had some sort of romantic involvement and long term relationship plans. No one took it serious. They even joked about it. Daughter though instinctively knew he was weird. She even told her boss that the guy gave her the creeps. Boss guy joked and I guess he figured Weirdo was just smitten with daughter. Well Weirdo came back the next night and followed daughter as she went about her job. Security escorted him out. That same night when daughter headed to her car after work Weirdo was waiting for her at her car. He walked away though when he saw daughter was being escorted to her car. He showed up at her work the next night. He had a bruised face and grossly swollen eye. I don't know why........but thought it was worth mentioning. So he shows up at her work.......this time Security stops him at the door and made him leave.
One of the girls who works with daughter recognized the guy. She says he has Aspergers disorder & was expelled from a local university last year for stalking a female student.
Daughter is off work for a few days. Hopefully he will go away. If he comes back, part of my plan is to go to the police. I'm not sure what the other part of my plan is yet.
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I'm not sure what the other part of my plan is yet.
I'll suggest a purse gun for her. Judge: "Lady, why did you shoot him six times?" "Because when I pulled the trigger the seventh time it just went click."
Now you are having some painting done? What for if you are going to put the place on the market? The new owners will just repaint it anyway, and maybe tear out the new carpet and replace it.
It's not so easy selling a house anymore, Billy. I'm just trying to increase my chances.
Judge: "Lady, why did you shoot him six times?" "Because when I pulled the trigger the seventh time it just went click."
lol Billy.....u crack me up!!
It's not easy to move a home these days, and putting money in the wrong places isn't going to improve the chances of moving it cuz then you want even more for it.
I’m reminded of a local dingbat that lived in a beautiful home out of town, she decided she wanted a different home in Monkeyville and got her pussy whipped hubby to agree to moving so they bought it. Then they hired me to do some remodeling and painting in the already beautiful home and put it up for sale. It still hadn’t sold after over a year and after my work she decided that she had the dream home she really wanted in the first place so they moved back into it, had me paint the one in Monkeyville and put it up for sale.
I’ve blogged about both of those homes in the past, anyway, after another year the home in Monkeyville finely sold, at a reduced price, it sure cost the pussy whipped hubby a lot of money trying to keep that woman happy and I’ll bet she still isn’t, I don’t know, I broke off my relationship with them, people like that irritate me.
I didn't paint my house so that I could raise the asking price, Billy. I painted it because I didn't have neutral colors on the walls, and buyers like neutral colors. It's an inexpensive way to help sell a house.
I didn't replace the central air to get more money. I replaced it because I'm not willing to live without it.
I'd bet you five bucks that your dingbat friend and her dingbat husband are up to their ears in debt. But people like them don't care about debt......so long as they look good, in their mind, to others.
I'd bet you five bucks that your dingbat friend and her dingbat husband are up to their ears in debt.
Maybe, I don't know, he's the retired director of the North Olympic Library System and it appears that there's big money in being such.
And she worked for the Future Cocksuckers of America, I mean the Girl Scouts. :-)
Anyway, they ended up not looking good to me, I'm okay with my little piece of shit property cuz it's free and clear.
My dream place would be out in a remote area, maybe even off the grid, I've lived off grid before and know how to do it just fine.
But since moving here I haven't found a woman up to that life style. Well, Helen could do it but she's 90 years old, oh hell, never mind, it's stupid for me to give advice to women, they never follow it.
YES THAT'S MY TRUCK - NO I WON'T HELP YOU MOVE
hahahahaha
As for my dingbat ex friends, they were complaining about not having the money to go to Europe for a few months but when a couple has two half million dollar homes and eat out a lot I’m the wrong man to complain to.
Sympathy is a word in the dictionary between sex and syphilis.
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