Ned and I went to an open house today of a house we've been obsessing over for weeks. The guy finally had a time people could come look, and the open house was till 3:00. The guy said if anyone is interested to call when the open house was over, and we called RIGHT AT 3:00 OH MY GOD, and?
No answer from the guy. It's 5:14. WHERE IS HE? Ned is despondent and has given up.
In the meantime, the gay guys house has offered to put the fence up and charge us just $50 more a month till the fence is paid off, which sounds good to me and Ned is mulling that over. I'd go for that, cause that house is gorgeous.
But that is not why I gathered you all here today. I went shopping last night for three torturous hours.
I also tried on a beautiful lace cocktail dress, which they claimed I could "dress down" with a cardigan, and again. Cardigans in August in the South. Right. The fact that I have SKIN on is hard enough in August in the South.
I know y'all were obsessed with me finding a blue v-neck, but they didn't just appear, so.
So, I like it, but then I remembered my red shirt, which is v-necked and sexy but not trampy. I always shop and then remember something I already have.
So, which. Coral or red? And also, why won't anyone rent to us? Oh, and at that place where we went today where the guy refuses to call back? The current renters have a framed photo of George Lassos the Moon. Ned pointed it out. "It's a sign!" I said.