i DON'T WRITE POSTS, i JUST PLAGIARIZE FR...how bout that caps lock huh?
I just plagiarize from Facebook.
I can't think anymore, the long lost ability to formulate written word to comprehend (see?)
Combined with Mer-boy being out of school for summer, at an age when NOTHING is right. I simply can do nothing to please his majesty The Mer. Life itself is hideously unfair.
Wasn't this supposed to start when they were teenagers?
He turns nine in August people.
My Realtor will make an offer on a house for me tomorrow. The anxiety is perhaps more than I can stand. The house was literally dropped in my lap, on the way to sign a contract on another property.
The house, if one can call it a house, is more like, well...a bunker.
A concrete bunker (w/ central heat and air).
Not just the external walls either, but the inner dividing walls are concrete.
Foot thick, steel reinforced, poured concrete...walls.
In a concrete house.
Even the roof, is concrete. Flat, concrete...roof.
On a concrete house.
The garage, you guessed it...concrete.
On the outside it appears to be your everyday, run-of-the-mill, contemporary home.
My limited knowledge of the property and it's owners, tells me it was planned that way. The house was meant as a fortress, right down to the facade of a chimney one could take aim, and cover from at the same time.
Built by a wealthy Oklahoma oil man directly preceding "The Bay of Pigs", nothing on the house has been updated or remodeled. (How?)
It has dark wood paneling throughout, is small and ugly as sin, but I'll be darned if it's not right here in our neighborhood at a price I can afford.
This may be the biggest mistake I've ever made my life...
but at least I wont ever have to worry about getting kicked out of this mistake.
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