Desperate times call for desperate measures
This entry was posted on 5/2/2007 8:12 AM and is filed under Real Estate.
"Mrs. Derek, I installed the new electrical panel box and now that I have completed that work which will cost you $1300, I have found that the OLD WIRING in the kitchen trips the ground every time so if you want GFCI circuits installed, I will have to rewire the kitchen AND the dining room. The dining room too because it's on the same circuit."
That will only cost $600. I think.
Did I mention that our offer on the house was summarily rejected? Not even a "no, thanks."
The Boy watched the Blueberry episode of Dora and for hours was saying "I want blueberries, I want blueberries, I want blueberries, I want blueberries" ad nauseum. I hate that Dora. She is a pain in my ass.
My husband isn't speaking to me because after relaying a conversation
Jen had with
Mir about how to plan an entire wedding in 2 weeks, and she knew this because my sisters helped me plan my entire wedding in 2 weeks--the 2 weeks BEFORE my husband proposed, he got pissed off at me. He didn't think it was funny. Like I was going to be surprised about a proposal. This coming from a man who asked what kind of ring I would like when we had been dating for 2 months. I find all of this unfair because some women spend their entire lives planning their wedding (since the age of 5) and I get a little proactive and suddenly I'm ruining his surprise. The man just doesn't understand the importance of getting married in the perfect setting as opposed to the local VFW. Nothing against the VFW, but I wanted to have options.
So I did what any self-respecting woman would do last night. I made a plate of homemade brownies. This before I realized that brownies are b.s. because they take 40 minutes to cook and then they are supposed to cool for 2 hours. What kind of instant gratification is that? There isn't anyone in the world who could not talk herself out of eating a plate of brownies if she had to wait nearly THREE HOURS FOR THEM.
But I was strong. My depression after my day was borderline clinical so I waited. and waited. and waited. And then I cut myself the biggest brownie you have ever seen. And I poured myself the largest glass of milk, I mean White Russian, you have ever seen. If you are gonna have milk with your brownies after a long hard day, it may as well have Kahlua and Vodka in it...
