So as soon as the fat lady sings? Then? Then I’ll be able to breathe.
There is an electrical deal. There is a granite deal. There is a closing date FOUR DAYS away.
I swear, me and The Candyman might fucking implode upon ourselves if this isn’t wrapped up like, STAT. We are both wound tighter than drums and we don’t work very well when we’re BOTH neurotic. We need to take turns at being crazy. One week on, one week off. You know what I’m talking about, right?
So we’re being uber-careful at managing the tension right now. The Candyman snapped at me this morning for some minor Lula-flaw. Did y’all know he calls me Lula? Anyway, Mr. Grumpasaurus Rex shows up and gets all fussy. But, he called as soon as he got to work and apologized. See? Management. I lost my cool on Friday and caused all sorts of trouble ( long story involving a crazy and/or drunk tailgating motorcyclist, my middle finger and a very tense situation in the middle of an intersection. Oh yes. Shit could have happened. WHAT?). I don’t think I could have said I’m sorry enough times. We’re managing as best we can.
Maybe me not so much….
BUT, that’s not what I wanted to write about! I wanted to write about great gifts. My realtor is going to need one. And she’s a woman after my own heart: single, late thirties, accomplished, cool, in great shape and did I mention single? She’s been working her butt off for us on this house deal and I want to get her a gift to say thank you.
But I don’t know her that well.
She loves dogs and yoga. She’s redoing her 1960’s house on her own. She knows so much about houses and construction and can speak halting Spanish to Pilo, the painter and work us a fantastic deal. She’s getting us a deal on our hardwood floors and our granite too. Cuz she knows some guys. Her electrician was at The House today. At no charge to us. Cuz that’s how she rolls.
I’m thinking a great bottle of wine. Or a massage at a nice spa. Or a yoga certificate. How do you buy nice gifts for people you don’t really know. I mean, maybe she likes beer. Maybe she doesn’t like strangers giving her deep tissues a rub. I’ll bet she already has a yoga membership.
I looked on-line at “great realtor gifts.” Fruit baskets? Really? They had other really lame suggestions. Except for one.
Referrals. Molly Zahn, Realtor.