Wow, the renter sounds ready. Kim rounded up neighbors to help spiff the place up. Smyles should be getting some kinda payback, Kim.
I looked at a house here that was older than ours, not quaint 30s, but like '73. I about choked when I saw it costs $250,000.
I could live in Houston and fly here daily.
All the sudden my low house payment and prospective ownership of that house seemed gleaming and golden. And the prospect of talking into my voice recognition didn't seem like a Clockwork Orange/Matrix torture device, it seemed plush and lovely. We could even afford central air!!! And we've got friends. And the ocean. And fish. Redfish! And crawfish. And uninspiring NASA! And the balloon festival. And a garden. And JR hair. And the oak with the hammock. And two cycle engines.
I don't need meaning! I don't want to be in debt!
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