Random thoughts on the daily grind of managing rental homes from 1,700 miles away, with a random comment about Diamondbacks baseball added when the occasion arises.
The Arizona Department of Real Estate insists I declare on social media, text messages and e-mails that I am a licensed agent. I guess this blog counts too--though I use a pseudonym and I have three readers. But in the event I ever accidentally discuss the Arizona Real Estate market, home prices and/or anything else that might imply agency on this blog, you need to know: I'm a licensed real estate agent in the State of Arizona.
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I have Irish Cream in the fridge...
Bliz has amaretto. You just have to get your booty to St. Louis to enjoy it!! :)
If I get my booty to St. Louis, there darn well better be more than amaretto involved! Maybe a "thunder storm?"
I have toffee!! And El Vaquero! It's more like a snow storm around here these days!
You drive a hard bargain. I don't have toffee.
But, I have sunshine (60 degrees!). And, thanks you you, I have enough filing to do now to last the remainder of the year. So, why not come here, bring the toffee and keep me company while I do the *!&^%%^$ filing. I will supply the amaretto.
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