|I'm a Magician
||[Jul. 20th, 2009|05:25 pm]
|[||Annoying crap I'm listening to:
|||||Vitamins - Annual Bi-Centennial||]|
Today, Mez is on the final day of one of the busiest weeks of her life. This morning I told her I would pick up the house this afternoon*, since we would likely get a house showing tomorrow morning at 9:00am preventing her from sleeping in, because the universe is just funny like that. We haven't had a showing in a week or so, and I had nothing to base it off of, other than chaos has a tendency to clump.
Got the call five minutes ago. My prediction was off by forty-five minutes.
Not that I'm complaining. A showing is always a good thing, and this will be the first one since one of the gutters was fixed and a window resealed, so now prospective home buyers won't have water damage to look at right next to the front door before they even go inside the house.
* - Haven't yet, as I'm busy restoring files off my boss' hard drive as his motherboard got fried this weekend