Real Estate is Real Life
Money talks in real estate deals, as it should, so as of this moment The Great PunkyDunky family does not own a new 107-year-old home. All the Plots have some kind of cold or sore throat or headache or sour stomach, but it's probably a function of too little sleep and too much angst. Homeowners understand the slog of trying to buy your first home, where everyone is lying and nobody will tell you what you need to know and however much money you've cobbled together you are always $50,000 short. Once you learn it, you expect it, but until then it's personal.
Duck stayed with the PDs last night so she could babysit Baby I this morning when both PD and 5H had to leave for work early. BZ and TGP just took the metro and a city bus down to Baby I's house, an hour or so ride in total from Mummy Plotnik's. Baby I is a little sick too -- not so much energy as yesterday.
Tomorrow BZ and the Plots return home -- oh God, the floors.
posted by DAK @ 3:02 PM
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It will be good to have you back, floors or no...
Floors schmores. More importantly, how about we make schmores as our next writing group snack? Also,do you think that writing group will actually meet this week despite the absence of Ms. Mush and the fact that I have switched from verbal to visual expression? I do still have another installment of Marta Becket, though. And Will is home for ten days. And there's always your current crazy rabbi saga....
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