My Incredibly Unremarkable Life

There's this thing going on with YD and coordinating the sale of one house (closing is Monday) and the purchase of another, which they hope to close on Friday.

Or something like that.

Long involved story, but bottom line is that I am also on the title of the house they sold, and will be on the new one. Closings are crashingly boring (I've been to a couple) so I just give YD power of attorney for the matter at hand.

These people are nuts. This time they want to see my driver's license or a copy thereof.

YD suggested I scan it and attach it to an e-mail. Great idea, but I have yet to scan something on my printer/copier/scanner and be able to find it again. But I haven't needed to. The instruction book is most likely in the stack of instruction books for various pieces of stuff related to the computer, but I can't remember which stack it's in.

Okay, so the scan and e-mail fizzled. Current plan is for me to leave a copy of it in what, for us, is "the usual place." She's dying from the galloping crud and does NOT plan to go in to work tomorrow. But her husband may be able to make it to my end of the parish and pick up the stupid thing.

Final option is for me to use the fax at work (correction--have someone who knows how to use it do the job) and send it to some place she (or husband) has access to.

Another alternative option (which I just thought of) is to do the e-mail thing from work--because at least one of the women is an absolute whiz on the computer.

Whoever said that one's "golden years" were calm and serene obviously lives in a different universe.

Oh well. Probably when YD is about my age (in 30 years or so) she'll be able to laugh about this.

I just glanced over at my to-do list for early tomorrow and it looks like WASH FANGS is at the top of the list.

I don't have any fangs, and who in their right mind would try to wash the fangs of a cat?

If it's not fangs, what is it? A second look at the note and the light dawns--wash BANGS. I do those every couple of days because otherwise they look oily instead of soft.

Did you ever hear that insanity is hereditary--you get it from your children?

All you readers who still have dependent children--be warned.

And for YD, a special message: Illegitimus non carborundum.

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2008-01-23 10:14 PM Wash Fangs Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Share on Facebook	There's this thing going on with YD and coordinating the sale of one house (closing is Monday) and the purchase of another, which they hope to close on Friday. Or something like that. Long involved story, but bottom line is that I am also on the title of the house they sold, and will be on the new one. Closings are crashingly boring (I've been to a couple) so I just give YD power of attorney for the matter at hand. These people are nuts. This time they want to see my driver's license or a copy thereof. YD suggested I scan it and attach it to an e-mail. Great idea, but I have yet to scan something on my printer/copier/scanner and be able to find it again. But I haven't needed to. The instruction book is most likely in the stack of instruction books for various pieces of stuff related to the computer, but I can't remember which stack it's in. Okay, so the scan and e-mail fizzled. Current plan is for me to leave a copy of it in what, for us, is "the usual place." She's dying from the galloping crud and does NOT plan to go in to work tomorrow. But her husband may be able to make it to my end of the parish and pick up the stupid thing. Final option is for me to use the fax at work (correction--have someone who knows how to use it do the job) and send it to some place she (or husband) has access to. Another alternative option (which I just thought of) is to do the e-mail thing from work--because at least one of the women is an absolute whiz on the computer. Whoever said that one's "golden years" were calm and serene obviously lives in a different universe. Oh well. Probably when YD is about my age (in 30 years or so) she'll be able to laugh about this. I just glanced over at my to-do list for early tomorrow and it looks like WASH FANGS is at the top of the list. I don't have any fangs, and who in their right mind would try to wash the fangs of a cat? If it's not fangs, what is it? A second look at the note and the light dawns--wash BANGS. I do those every couple of days because otherwise they look oily instead of soft. Did you ever hear that insanity is hereditary--you get it from your children? All you readers who still have dependent children--be warned. And for YD, a special message: Illegitimus non carborundum. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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