Since we’re staged for sale, I thought thepillow pyramid were bad, pulling all of the coffee stuff out at 5AM was a little rough. I set everything up and started brewing when I noticed that the pot was missing. I finally found it with the pots and pans. Cleaned up dumped the water and grounds and started all over again. The day continued to be fine.
At the end of the busy day, I returned home and wanted a cocktail. The new routine is to take a glass, hold it under the ice dispenser, get a few cubes and go to the closet (the same one with the coffee pot and toaster, etc.) pour 2 fingers, place the bottle back into the wine rack, return to the fridge and dispense filtered water. Same for a refill after the news.
Growing up we had an aunt who my dad referred to as a “Clost Drinker.” Little did he and I know that a half century later I would take that term to new heights (depths?).
With the Scotch away, buyers can imagine their beverage of choice on the counter, see themselves living there and be ready to give me more money for the privilege. It is only fair for Realtors to put up with what we preach.
