I've been talking about my house sale, so I thought I'd fill you in on the LAST stumbling block-- the whole house inspection the buyer wanted. Not so great. Not terrible, but the inspector did find some water damage that I wasn't aware of. Some exterior door jams were never caulked properly, so they've started to rot on the bottom. They're painted and you can't tell that unless you start poking around. I don't HAVE to make the repairs. I could refuse and then the ball is in the buyer's court. This is a real problem, however, that I didn't know about, and the buyer couldn't have reasonably noticed when he looked at the house. Do I want to spend another $1,000 to make all the necessary repairs? No, sir. Will I? Yeah. At this point I just want it to be over. It's stressing.
You know how running is my stress reliever? The way I (temporarily) stave off the need for medication or therapy? Well, I have an inflamed Achilles tendon right now and even an easy run is painful. Oh, feet, you fail me now? So what's a boy to do but get a fabulous pedicure instead. Works almost as well. So that's what I did yesterday, and guys, save for the tendinitis, my feet are fabulous right now. Shavonda (aka my new queen) was brutal on my callouses, but my feet are now so soft and my nails so sparkling that I wanna titty fuck you with them. Hey, I gotta be honest.