Finally something to write home about: A child-engineer and a thong.
Say what?
Incongruous as it sounds, this afternoon I was treated to a refreshing walk-in. (Yes, I’m still on about selling my house. Boring, boring,boring…)
The twosome wanting to see the house just blew in from Toronto.
On their Harley?
Well no, in their Jeep, I guess. At least this is what they parked in front of my house. The guy: leather jacket, James Dean good looks; the lady: long very high-heeled black patent leather boots.
And then, when she bent down to remove the boots… Yeah… Thars right.
The thong!
These girls! I don’t know… Whatever.
Still, I’m glad my husband wasn’t home.
Long story short: this was a refreshing breeze. Just two young people with cash to spend. My kind of people. I hope I hear from them again.