That’s my fun day.

The tea is hot, the sun is up, and the local news is boring as usual. What’s all that mean? Hello friends, welcome to another Sunday.

The handyman and whatnot that we expected yesterday never showed up. That is, unless the term “whatnot” can be applied to the buyer and her boyfriend showing up with paint scrapers and masks. They scraped everything upstairs and the ceiling in the entryway. Unfortunately, they had to leave in the middle of things because they needed to get something to help reach the stairway’s ceiling. While they were gone, our agent texted to ask if the handyman showed up. She was absolutely not impressed with the buyer doing the work. In fact, this was exactly what she didn’t want happening. She had asked the buyer’s agent if the people doing the work would be professional.

But, they took the paint down. They want to have the handrails repaired today, or early tomorrow. I’m going to be fucking pissed if they don’t get this loan because stuff isn’t done, or done well enough for the FHA appraisal. The appraisal is tomorrow afternoon, and I think that’s the last major hurdle.

For now, I’m going to go clean cat puke off the dining room floor. Then I’m going to get dressed and do stuff to look appropriate should these people want to fix their house.