The worst words a man can here his sweetie say is, "We have to talk"-----sends a guy right to his cave.
Believe it or not I got thinking about this when I took out the garbage this morning. I wasn't taking the garbage out because I was in the dog-house or anything----in fact she usually takes it out. But this morning she asked me to take it out----so she could sleep in.
It seems that every-other house on our street is for sale right now----not an indication of anything----just the luck of the draw for some reason. It is NOT a sign of a mass exodus from the Northwest like in 1971 when a couple of real estate agents put up a billboard that said: "Will the last person leaving SEATTLE -- Turn out the lights." For the past several months it has not been surprising to see the signs come and go on our street.
The problem with this one is that-----this is MY house!
Which is why I was wondering if my sweetie had neglected to tell me something, and why I hadn't heard those words, "We have to talk."
It turns out that she was as surprised as me----but a little madder----that some misguided sales person had put their advertisement at our property to become both blog fodder and dumpster fodder.
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