Thanks to all the great folks on Friendfeed. You make me laugh, you divert me, you've banded together to help out folks in several tough life situations (and sometimes just to celebrate), you've enlightened me and distract me (in a good way).
This pic shows the porch floor from where the stairs landing ends to my front door. The tiles are white ceramic, which is ridiculous already and hazardous when it rains. They are very hard keep clean. But at least dirt can be washed off easily. Look at all that shit-brown paint. And grout from the bottom of the guy's shoes.
I fucking HATE thieves. My younger brother in Kentucky, one of the best people I know, had his 2000 Jeep Cherokee stolen. He went out to his Jeep before work and it was gone. He locks it religiously. He bought the Jeep off Mom & Dad and he's babied it, worked on it, painted it. I hope the thief gets his testicles chewed off by a large dog.
Can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes my brain starts ranting about the asshole realtor, her asshole husband, and the asshole landlord. And the shitshow that went on over here until after dark and left me with brown spray paint on my chair, my broom, my basket of flowers, and the white tiles on the porch floor.
The realtor had the bright idea that the house should be power washed so her husband rented a machine and their first attempt was Thursday. It rained hard that day and the machine wasn't working right but even before that, I didn't know they were coming until the guy knocked on my door to tell me to close all the windows.