Last night, Jesse and I were in Richmond helping his sis with some stuff around her house. When I got home last night around midnight (we took two cars), I realized that the note I had left Jesse the night before, a fairly graphic description of Pickles having an accident in the middle of the night and how I lit a bunch of candles after I cleaned it up (so he’d blow them out before leaving for work), was still on the mirror — and people had come to see the house.
I called my realtor today (after e-mailing her last night with the subject line “We are morons”), and she laughed so hard I thought she was going to hurt herself. “Only you guys,” she gasped. She didn’t explicitly agree with the “morons” characterization, but she was clearly thinking it.
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Bwahahaha! Thank—I needed that laugh.
Yes, I just about died when I saw it. I was laughing so hard I was crying, and Pickles was like, “What are we so happy about? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!” I’m giggling still just thinking about it.
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As someone in the midst of househunting, coming across a note like that would make me laugh, like the house and its current owners more — makes it all more . . .human? canine? You get my drift! ;)
Oh Kristen, sweetie…you aren’t the only one! I can see something horrifyingly similar happening at our house. Probably worse, or at least more embarrassing!