My nephews, Jayden and Julyan, had me crackin' up during our visit to Arkansas this month. All the kids were running in and out of the house and my sister yelled, "Shut the door! What are you, barn animals?" and Jayden stuck his head back in to say, "No, YOU look like a barn animal!". Then one morning Julyan asked me if I wanted "mancakes" (muffins) or "puffcakes" (pancakes) for "freffrest" (breakfast).
Sixteen long months after we put our house in Arkansas up for sale, it is out of our lives. Can you say thank you, Baby Jesus? I can, I've said it many times today. 16 months, 6 offers, 4 buyers, 4 closing dates, 3 last minute financing falling throughs, and a net loss of $55 K. We may never buy a house again.
The one thing I have to say that doesn't have something to do with Arkansas (and I fucking dare you to make the generic connection)... A big damn chuck of one of my back molars broke off. On Friday evening OF COURSE!