This weekend, Jennifer made good with a promise or a threat, it felt like the latter sometimes, due to my pride. Yup, she gave my house’s two full bathrooms a thorough cleaning since I only know how to “boy clean” as per my friend Helen. Thankfully the guest bathroom wasn’t in squalor, if you’re not sure what matches my choice of adjective…remember the toilet scene from Trainspotting! The master bathroom was a bit worse, mainly through neglect and I let the cats take it over. I continued to change their litter boxes. I just stopped using it so it was mainly disorganized, not filthy. Let’s go with cluttered as junk was abandoned in there too.
The other factor going on involves financing. I’m going to borrow against the house’s equity to replace the disgusting carpeting and flooring and install much nicer stuff. Either wood or pseudo wood Jennifer picked out. It’ll be much easier to clean when it comes to spills, sweeping and the bigger culprits, cats puking. Her Nubby also has a diarrhea problem; not looking forward to him moving in with Isis and Aggie. The bathrooms will be remodeled, bring them out of the Aughts and make them more modern. I figured labor will be the biggest expense for both ventures.
Working with my credit union has been fantastic. My credit is much better than I thought, let’s here it for the power of paying your bills! Solid rate under 4%! The next thing which made my heart almost stop was what those awful online real estate portals thought my house was worth. I’m never posting this since the flunky bureaucrats for Travis County don’t give a crap if they tax me out of my home. All they care about is collecting more money to piss on low paying jerbs from Musk and Bezos. Then again, it’s nice to know my from investment from 2001 paid off and was worth fighting to the death over in the divorce.