OK let me set the mood (it may be necessary to disregard the feet to get in the mood):
I (Garrett and i will now be referred to as i to save time and i forget that i am not single any more) bought a house. let me clarify. i paid for a build deposit. this means build a house not build a fancy house. fancy costs extra and 25% of that is due, ummm...now. Let me clarify further. you pick upgrades and what is supposed to happen is after you sign on the dotted line they hand you the bestest catalog ever, the "pick the fancy for your house" and you pour over it like the Toys R US catalog or Sears back when you were 7 and it was early November. well, that didn't happen. I thought we picked our upgrades at the first meeting, so a few days before i ask my agent (the neighborhood agent, not MY, i will protect you, agent) what we should bring and be prepared for. She replies (days later) well, you are going to go over where your house sits, construction and upgrades. Oh and you will have to put a deposit down on upgrades too.
Pardon. I tell her if she thinks that i am going to pick the fancy and in the same meeting pay for it, she must be joking. If i could go in and run mad with money, i would not have gone with the Bungalow (which i love), i would be purchasing upgrades for my Manor or Estate. Needless to say after many heated e-mails which stated "you can't make me give you nothing" from me to "you signed this contract,blah, blah, blah" from her. it is resolved and i have picked my fancy and i didn't even bring my checkbook (in your face) and am still waiting for pricing. seriously how can they expect you to show not know what you are going to pick for your house and then write a check in the same sitting.
Well as you can read i am not yet over the trauma and i am still envisioning revenge scenarios in my mind (i.e. missing box of nails, or all the bricks moved from one side of the lot to the other, while i laugh maniacally behind that stick of a tiny tree in the front, cleverly hidden or maybe an extra empty diet coke can strewn somewhere where one might trip or stub a toe...still too fresh)
so needless to say that i have not made anything to share. but i do have a good looking man and an equally good looking dog who thinks she is also married to Garrett and is a home-wrecker hussie always on his side of the bed and trying to make out with him on the couch. Behold exhibit a:caught in the act