Stopping in to say hello

Scott O.

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I just wanted to stop in and say hello...seems like every minute of "spare" time, we have been busy getting our E. Lansing house ready for my daughter and son-in-law to buy. Added a bathroom, gutting the kitchen for a rebuild soon and doing the same for the existing bath right after that.

The most recent tenants were my son and his college roommates who turned the entire basement into a giant petri dish with their BeerPong game. That room must have had a quarter inch of standing beer on the floor at some point...but nothing a few gallons of bleach couldn't cure.

Hope everyone is having a great summer and enjoying the weather.

PS I am going to "re-invent" my duck hunting self...major sale in a month or so. I'll post the 12' pontoon boat, motor, trailer and a trainload of misc. decoys soon if anyone's interested.
 
yO'dette,
Good to hear from you, been wondering how you've been doing. Hadn't seen you since stopping by after the airplane swap meet several months ago.
Hmmmmmmmmm, reinventions..sounds interesting.
I think, on that house, you should let you son clean it......but, that's just me. :) Later partner, Lou
 
Actually Lou, he has been working on it...he's headed off to Portland in a few months to a townhouse style apt. right on the Willamette River...theres even a marina next door. I need that kid to buy a boat and take us all fishing!

I'm looking forward to going out there and seeing whats up...maybe I'll just hang around and eat his food and leave my clothes around...paybacks are a bee-yotch, I'd say
 
The problem with that thinking Scott..is... when you get there, the refridge will be empty of anything edible or drinkable unless you have no problems eating green fuzzy stuff out of a chinese takeout box...drinking milk with an icecream scoop or a half eaten bologna sandwich that looks like a scab between moldy bread..warning..don't even open the freezer. The time to go is the week after your wife has been there..then you can be somewhat assured that you won't come home with the screaming trotskies.
 
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