6.25.04 super

During our trip to Barcelona, after walking around in the rain for days but before my wallet was stolen, I changed my personal motto. Until that moment it was I live to serve but in the shadow of the Sagrada Familia I decided it had better be Don't be a dumbass. The whole thing is working out rather well.... my life is much more pleasant now. However. It appears that it is necessary to reduce operating costs, which means that with exactly a week until we move, we have decided to sell the house.

I keep waking up in the middle of the night to wander around admiring the coved ceilings.

But oh well! It was embarassing to own two houses in two of the most expensive cities in the West. Even rich people are startled when they realize how much real estate we own, and nobody believes the true stories of how we stumbled into the deals without paying much attention or anything like market price. Moreover, after touring other cities, I think I'm annoyed that people in this urban paradise never laugh at my hilarious readings.

Onward!

Watch as your new style lofi superheroes Asthma Boy and Cancer Girl throw themselves recklessly into the maelstrom of home repairs! No skills or stamina? No problem! We'll hold our breath to avoid the paint fumes; we'll wrap our weak wrists in elastic bandages when the muscles shred! We might end up in the hospital by the end of this escapade, but at least we won't show our weakness by asking our friends for help!

Though really, it hasn't been that difficult. I bought environmentally sensitive paint and we're almost done. Mommacherry saved the day by coming to help us clean. The only pressing thing left to decide is whether or not I should paint over the foot high stencil downstairs that reads DIME CHICKS ICED UP * * * MINKED OUT * * * TROLLY SICK.

Luckily the previous tenant already covered the murals that said SACRIFICE and RESIST PSYCHIC DEATH.

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