Tony could have died last night. I'm glad he didn't.
Whilst in KC this weekend, we attended (at $10 per person!) a cheerleading competition. I understand that the older girls are really something to see, but we were there to watch my 5-year old neice compete. There's something slightly unsettling about watching 5-year olds shake their undeveloped ass and lean forward and 'wiggle' their non-existant boobs. Still, they did a good job in competition.
Finally got a realtor. He was really more interested in discussing my finances and loan terms than he was finding me a house:
"So how much would you like your monthly payments to be?"
"I'll worry about that, what I need from you is area/price/square footage."
"Fair enough. You know you can go 30-years on your loan?"
"I'll worry about the financing, you just find the house."
"Of course. So have you chosen a lender?"
"I'll worry about the financing, you just find me a house."
"Gotcha. However, I would go with a local lender."
"Once again sir, I'll worry about financing. The reason I'm here, is because I want you. To. Find. Me. A. House."
He did show up one house. A shambling death-trap which looked as though it was about implode upon itself. My wife cried when she saw it.
Our office has a Christmas Party every year. On Friday, they turn out the lights, and lock the doors. We go offsite for an open bar party, which ends at 1430, and we go home for the day. Apparently, Christmas attire is almost mandatory. Since I wear a coat and tie everyday, I decided on a festive tie. Took the wife shopping with me and picked up two Polo's. One red one green. I bought a festive green tie with poinsetta's or something for the red shirt, but Lori found a $100 Polo tie she made me buy for my green shirt. I've never worn a $100 tie before. Funny, I don't feel any different...
Today: "9 degrees, feels like 0, high of 23, cloudy." Snowed one day this week. Didn't stick but it's damn cold. I found my Texas winter attire isn't well suited for this fresh hell. Also, it got so cold here, my car decided not to start one morning. I've now got 800 cold-crankin' amps in teh Cav. $75. Everything seems to cost me money.
There's probably more. But I have plans on drinking every night this week, and blogging just gets in the way of that. If you don't believe me, just ask Tony.