I embraced the fear, grabbed that sucker and wrestled it down, filled out mortgage application, sent final notes on settlement offer to lawyer, heck, I even brushed the cat.
Even flirted with the freakin' state electrical inspector. A little bit of cleavage, some confused looks and guess what???? Passed the final! (squeaked by, he was being a *^*^ and we've never even been married!)
Wooo-hooooooo!
GC says "you can do anything!" Isn't that sweet?
Even made Tigger laugh. Guess what? I can do anything!
Waiting for usual "that's not the way it's done here, little girl" answer from lawyer. Bleh.
Gave that fear a sound thrashing. *sigh* It's a beautiful thing.
Okay, so this one time...in band camp.... or was it scout camp? ...must be getting old....
Anyways, this one time...in camp....we were in the Rocky Mountains backpacking for two weeks. Well some of the camp locations we hiked to were staffed, others were dry camps with no running water or "facilities" of any kind. Well, I guess "of any kind" was a strong statement, because occassionally sitting out in the middle of the woods would be a wooden stool built for the sole purpose of "taking care of business". No walls, no tp, just a wooden seat over a hole.
Now when you are backpacking, beggers can't be choosers, but in this particular dry camp is was of the "pilot and bombadeer" model - two wooden stools back to back with a small 1 foot wall separating them. Well one day at this dry camp, a few of us walked by to see both of these "facilities" in use simulatenously. Guess it may be easy to pass the tp back and forth this way - but darn did we laugh our tails off - figuratively....
Don't know where I was going with this. But when you're down think of two people sitting on stools "taking care of business" facing 180 degrees opposite of each other and say - "Thank God I have a bathroom...."
