Monday, April 21, 2014

Good morning crew,

Well, we had a pleasant enough Easter Sunday, but the real adventure this weekend was house shopping. This Saturday was the first day we got out there and did some real looking. And the results were...disappointing at best.

Those realtors really know how to take pictures! We picked about a dozen houses to visit based upon their pictures online. We would see a really cool feature we liked or a gorgeous lawn covering a spacious backyard, but when we got there what we found was a really cool feature that was shot from an angle that effectively excluded the holes in the wall or family of raccoons living in the room. Or the picture of the lush, green lawn never seemed to include the sinkhole that dominates the rest of the yard.

But, I guess those are the consequences of house hunting on a budget.

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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"I have a Y chromosome that makes me ask, Why get married? But I wouldn't want to put down marriage as a whole - which it is." --Kevin Hench

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"People are going on dates now to coffee bars. This is the worst idea. Four cappuccinos later, your date doesn't look any better." --Margot Black

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"Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy. You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday. No wonder you feel that lost sensation. You're sunk from a riot of relaxation." --Ogden Nash

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Curious when I found two black-and-white negatives in a drawer, I had them made into prints. I was pleasantly surprised to see that they were of a younger, slimmer me, taken on one of my first dates with my husband.

When I showed him the photos, his face lit up. "Wow, look at that!" he said. "It's my old Plymouth!"


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When I was a 20-something college student, I became quite friendly with my study partner, a 64-year-old man, who had returned to school to finish his degree. He confessed, with a wink, that he had once thought more than friendship might be a possibility between us.

"So what changed your mind?" I asked him.

"I went to my doctor and asked if he thought a 40-year age difference between a man and woman was insurmountable. He looked at my chart and said, 'You're interested in someone who's 104?!'"