The Dreamer Pushes it To the Limit...

Why, friends, do I let myself get to the point of explosion and then have to fix my issues after they are on fire?! This week, I have hit my limit, and bless my friends' and family's hearts. Especially Chris. He has taken the brunt of it and has sat next to me, held me, and laughed with me. So, shout out to my homeboy Chris. Holla. Shoot, I need also to shout to Tiff. My girl not only was there for me this weekend, but has to sit in front of me at work all day too. Saint. The girl's a saint.

SO ANYWAY. Fired my realtor. My townhouse is almost done and I still have a big house. Not the best thing. So, I had to let my sweet, not-so-sales-minded realtor go. Hired Watson yesterday. I love my new lady, hopefully she shows me some results. I am still nauseated about the amount of money I lost because of having to drop the price, but I need to sell.



I am sorry I am not too witty today. Not really feeling as spunky as usual, but I hate to disappoint and not write for too long (Tracey will be poundin down my door).

Here's a joke to compensate. "A 3-legged dog walks into a bar and says, 'I'm looking for the man who shot my paw.".