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I Had To Wear Heels Today

So I had a real estate closing today of the commercial variety...on my own personal investment.

I usually LIVE for closings... They either mean a pay check, a piece of earth that I can call my own, or a reshuffling of assets which ends up saving me money.

But this was different, one of those deals where right up to the closing table I was asking myself if this was the right way to go, as the timing seemed off in my opinion. But the husband was a GO!, and there was no reasoning with the man who had his eye on the prize.

So it went.

And the ominous cloud surrounding my aura felt validated when it met the closing attorney.

Our closing attorney was Quentin Tarantino.

You think I jest? Okay, fine, I see your point. Why would Quentin Tarantino moonlight as a closing attorney in Bumfuck, Georgia?

Okay, valid.

But the guy is spitting image. Sadie, girl, I thought of you, thinking perhaps that you could appreciate the likeness moreso than I. Still... I wondered how everyone else could be so calm, as I waited expectantly for the guy to unload a round into us.

Of course the weapon was a fountain pen, and I won't see the damage for years to come.

On the bright side, refreshments were served. (And I can't tell you how long it had been since I'd had a rolo.)