Comments on: This is About as Exciting as It Gets…

By: Taneka Cornejo

Taneka Cornejo — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:52:31 +0000

I have realized that over the course of making a relationship with real estate owners, you’ll be able to get them to understand that, in every single real estate contract, a fee is paid. In the end, FSBO sellers do not “save” the commission rate. Rather, they fight to win the commission by simply doing a agent’s work. In the process, they devote their money and also time to accomplish, as best they are able to, the obligations of an broker. Those responsibilities include disclosing the home via marketing, presenting the home to willing buyers, making a sense of buyer desperation in order to trigger an offer, scheduling home inspections, controlling qualification inspections with the bank, supervising maintenance tasks, and assisting the closing of the deal.

By: Arachne Jericho

Arachne Jericho — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:48:25 +0000

Every time I think I’m missing something by not having a pet or kids, I come across stories like this and am reminded that, indeed, I am missing some things, but also other things.

Still, they all must be worth more than the trouble they cause. *g*

Les Says: With absolute truth and honesty, Arachne, I can say this: although I love them fiercely, and wouldn’t trade them for the world, after these cats are “gone”, there will be no more pets. Ever.

I can also say this, with all truth and honesty – I was so grateful when my daughter was born, because I knew there would never be any more… and when we hit “potty-training”, I was grateful that there would never be any more…

Thanks for coming by – hope to see you again soon.

By: quilly

quilly — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 18:57:25 +0000

And here I am laughing out loud and crying! Wonderful story!

Les Says: Thanks, Quilly… hope you didn’t drown your keyboard. Nice to see you again!

By: Sheta

Sheta — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:43:33 +0000

Lovely post! Very amusing and endearing. Wonderful storytelling.

Les Says: Thank you, Sheta! It’s nice to see you here… please come back soon!

By: Cindy

Cindy — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 16:15:32 +0000

and PS- what is this anyway? Seems like everyone is having the same kind of day lately!

Les Says: I KNOW!!! I’m accustomed to being the odd one out, and going AGAINST the crowd, so to speak. Strange to be hangin’ with the “In” crowd – stranger still that it’s all about insane/flammable pets…

By: Cindy

Cindy — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 16:14:43 +0000

I laughed till the tears ran- not at a flaming cat, but the rest of the imagery was just hilarious.

Les Says: Well, I guess that’s what I was going for…

(How pitiful my life is – Sigh…*)

Glad you enjoyed it, Cindy.

By: Mushy

Mushy — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 02:23:48 +0000

I enjoyed everything but the freakin’ cat hair in my mouth!

You know I can’t stand that!

Oh why didn’t the whooomph happen?!

Les Says: Mushy if you don’t want cat hair in your mouth, you’ll have to keep your face out of my bath water!

And I don’t know why the whooomph didn’t happen, but I’m glad it didn’t – I wasn’t exactly dressed for panic mode…

By: Aimee

Aimee — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 13:12:18 +0000

OMG that’s too funny! I mean not funny in that nobody likes to see a cat on fire, but, you know. Way funnier than, oops my kids left out chocolate, the dog ate it and got sick all over my house while I was supposed to be relaxing funny.

Les Says: I KNOW!! You should have heard me laughing in the bathroom!

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 11:02:26 +0000

I had to check out the quack. I did. And yes, ma’am. That sounds like a cat quacking. And that’s a lot of combustible fur to be hanging around lit candles. But you do live in Canada, so a hockey stick shaped tale would probably serve the cat well. You know, should that happen.

Les Says: Something tells me that if Sheikh went up in flames, he’d end up looking more like a hockey puck than a hockey stick… as it is, we already have to make Patchouli wear a helmet, so maybe there’s more hope for her in that “arena”… har har.

By: Shrinky

Shrinky — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 08:00:34 +0000

Hey there bonny lass, how’s it going?

Sorry I went AWOL (ow, will you leave off with the thumps for a minute here?), but “stuff” kept tripping me up on my way over. Anyway, glad I made it!

Ha, so funny you should post about a brain damaged moggy just as I put one up about my mentally retarded ex-hound. It’s true, if it can happen to kids, it certainly can happen to pets (I’m allowed to get away with stuff like that on account of Sam, bless him). Gee, what a glam picture you paint of yourself, that’s no way to attract a fella’, this comes from a girl who is currently typing with her spec’s sticky-taped together – I jest you not – so maybe I shouldn’t be throwing any stones.

How’s Ruby? Give her a hug from me (grin).

Les Says: Yes, I read about poor little Morse last night… as I recall, though, he came to you already bonkers; it’s not like you crushed his head after the fact, so you’re in the clear.

And my portrayal of me own self is about as “glam” as I get. The fellas can suffer without me, thanks. Actually, I’m working on a “bit” that’s a fictionalized take-off of what not to say in the check-out line, so as NOT to attract one, thank you. That’ll be up here some time after the next Ruby story – who, BTW, is alive and well, kickin’ and bitchin’ as only Ruby can. I’ll send your love – she’ll be glad to hear from you.