Did I Say ONE More Augusta Trip?

How fucking wrong can you be? I'll be lucky if I don't have to make 2 more runs, just as long as I don't have to move any more furniture.

Two more trips, once to replace the oven and once to do get the landscapers in. The oven was something I was tooling with, but since the pizza and I had a disagrement and the pizza won - yep, the oven is a goner. The rangetop has to go also. If I AM afraid of cooking in a kitchen - especially when you walk in and find the smoke detectors sitting on the counter next to the dead batteries - well, let's just say that was NOT my turnip truck.

Note to self - don't let your neurotic cat sit on your lap whilst you try to write. Something about Prozac makes her particularly licky and her breath smells akin to her asshole. Did I mention that my life rules!

Anyway, this trip to Augusta was interesting.

Pictures will come as soon as my half-dead ass has a nap and can get my noodle working again.

I have a lady in Tennessee who is interested in renting. Of course, I'm trying to break even with the cost, but after spending 2 nights at Daddy's house, shit - in all fairness I should give the house away. There's definately something to be said about preventive maintenance. It could be worse, though, but the oven issue has got me thinking again.

I told her that I can give her the best times to go, the best routes to go (you can even walk on a good day) and all the insider things - that should go a long way considering I remember the "true" tourists that used to come and they were completely clueless. We used to joke about them - now I'm inviting them into my house. Shit, I'm getting old.

Time for a nap. It's actually cold and the down comforter looks inviting.

Alas, wish me luck on this little project. It has kept me sane enough to function since December.