I know I'm obsessive, I am frequently like a dog with a bone when I get ahold of a subject. But in some instances I think it's healthy, not all mind you, but some.
Today's obsession is the new house. I made an offer, which hasn't been replied to I might add, and Now I'm planning what to do when I get it. It's gonna be cool.
This is dependent of course on outside forces. Said forces must agree to the offer or make a counter I will accept and as yet have made no action at all. Which is making me a little more than crazy.
Who said, "All good things come to those who wait." I alternately embrace and despise them.
Casey Anthony pulled an OJ yesterday I see. Unlike him I bet she sells the story to Lifetime movies and makes a fortune which her white trash Florida trailer park friends and family will help her spend right quick I'm certain. Then she'll start the talk show circuit. I wonder what they'll call her reality show? "If I killed my kid." perhaps.
But back to me, which is what's it really is about anyway. So far there's a small orchard of fruit trees, a kitchen garden, a wo car garage with a studio, a hot tub and a pool. There will never be billiards, simply no room. Alas...
And so it goes: