…is eating my marshmallow at a campfire beneath a tarp in the rain.
We pulled the plug on the Carolina trip due to weather and illness. I’m walking around with the swine flu lite or the walking p’monia. So much for vacation. If you don’t know how to do it, do you deserve the privilege?
Instead of resting by that river in the woods I made some casual inquiries into purchasing a home, only to realize there is nothing casual about it. Let’s see, what is the perfect metaphor?
If you are going to knock over one Harley-Davidson you might as well knock over them all.
Casual house buying is like…casual skydiving?
Mentioning you might want to buy a house is like mentioning you might have a bomb at the airport?
I guess it would be good, although those of you who say renting is throwing money away annoy the shit out of me. You purchased some shelter right? It’s not like you bought a ticket to those Michael Jackson concerts in London. Getting stuck in an upside-down mortgage? Now that is throwing your money away.
Anyway, as you can see, it has now taken over my awesome bike blog.
At least the house has a “mudroom” with 3 pre-set hooks for my fleet.