We put the house in the paper the other day, Friday to be exact. I'm not sure what possesses some people, I suppose that they'll never cease to amaze me and often just amaze me in their stupidity. What would ever make a person think that yelling into the answering machine about the fact that I haven't called them back is going to make them look like better tenant material to me? Am I missing something? And why do people think it's a good idea to try and tell me what to do? "Call me back when you get this message." Kiss my ass. How 'bout "at my earliest convenience", that works a lot better than telling me to call you back when you receive this.
I had a root canal today. (Cranky much?!) They don't really bother me all that much except for the fact that I'm allergic to Novocaine, so I have to have carbacane (sp) which isn't as strong (apparently) and wears off faster. In short, I keep having to get more needles as the procedure goes on and 9 times out of 10, when they start, I'm, not numb yet. But 3 hours later, I'm numb. Went okay, thanks to a nice dentist, the daughter of my regular dentist and the wonderful nurse that they share who actually holds my hand. Yeah, I like that. I like the fact that she knows how much I dread the anesthesia and although I can endure having an exposed nerve in my months for the last 4 months or so, I can't stand anesthesia. My son goes with me too, he comes in and they set up a chair for him and he sits there and says encouraging things or just makes small talk. I like the fact that there are some areas of my life where *I* get to be pampered a bit. Yeah, I know how weird that sounds, but I also know that there's someone who may read this and they'll know exactly what I mean.
And I broke a nail. Small tragedy, but big time pain since I broke the damn thing a fraction up from my cuticle. The same finger that got slammed in the door the other day. Hurt like a bitch getting it fixed today. Still hurts.
All I can taste is medicine in my mouth, yecch! I took a sick day tonight. The sarge said I was talkin' funny, he was right, I was.
back to the house - renting a house out is a major leap of faith. Everyone is on their best behavior, so you have to try and coax them out a bit and read between the lines and even then, you can stuck with jerks. We were lucky the first time and not so lucky the second time. Cross yer fingers.
Posted by Mickey at March 22, 2004 11:06 PM