Today, I'm venturing out of my "safe-zone". I'm going to go to a neighboring city to go to my friend's diet dr. I only have 18.5 pounds to lose, but apparently this guy is a real quack and will perscribe diet pills to anybody...lucky me! My appointment is at 10:15 so it will be too late to actually take a diet pill today. Therefore, I shall eat everything I can get my hands on for the next 24 hours. It'll be great.
We had a guy in last night to give us a bid on some remodeling that we need done in our house. One of the bathroom floors is completely shot. We also need to have a bedroom built in the garage. Hopefully, he'll give a bid. We've had two other jackasses in to look and they didn't even have the courtesy to tell us to fuck off.
I have to have a yard sale....yuck....to get rid of all my shit in the garage before the construction can even begin. Yippee...I hate yard sales. This one might be kinda fun though. The man's ex-family all live in our town. They'll be there to make sure that we're not selling any of the ex-wife's stuff....that's so important to her that she's left it there for 2 fucking years. I'm currently paying for a storage unit while she enjoys free storage at my fucking house. I'm a bit annoyed about that little scenario.
I'm off to the fat-doc!!
1 comment:
Here's the trick dear. Send the ex-wife written notice that if her stuff is not off of that location by X date, it's getting thrown away. Then, don't let any of THEM know exactly when the garage sale is. There ya go. :)
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