Note from the lawyer after agita, ire and threats of nonpayment:
Claudia,
Yes, file those plans with the town. Also send us a copy. We have the
other items to file with the Town. We plan on being present for the
September meeting
Note from me:
thankyouthankyouthankyou
the check is so in the mail.
Your fan, Claudia
From Sis:
Looks great! Like the upstairs foyer concept. So. where are the closets?
From me:
since I'm not allowed to change the interior layout after zoning approval, I'm not putting in closets in the plan. I'll put em in after and call em cupboards or armoires. Fuck that. Lawyer says he will be at zoning hearing in sept.
finally.
From Sis:
yippee!
7 comments:
Well, well, well. My name is on the property and i have to read about it on the internet. Thanks for the update, Moo. Guess I would get more info if i stopped being a bitch. And msybe, like, left the country.
AND you missed out on dim sum and messed up the dance video I was planning to make on the island. Think I'll go to the beach now.
PS
Don't think these last tenants are winning any TOY awards. BI Bro caught em taking my redwood from under the house to burn at the beach and went ballistic. But who knows. I'll see tomorrow what the deal is. They could still pull it out with clean house and charming notes.
I'm mad at Dan and jealous of the people who had the beach bonfire.
But don't worry.. I took it out on Brad. He can take it.
You can burn redwood? SHit...i should have been using that for all the bonfires...silly me, i went all the way to the boat to pick up palates...which have nails. (mind you, my picking up palates has NOTHING to do with the nail that harry once stepped on. I was OUT OF TOWN.)
Note to self: Day old dim sum sucks, except for ribs.
ps You told me to forget about the tape recorder...so you so cannot blame that on me. and no more beach-going...you might get cancer...think of this as part of your intervention. And cancer doesn't make anyone jealous. SO steer clear fo the beach, Dowling.
And the Bad Tenants of the Year Award goes to [name supressed].
These people will NEVER stay at my house again. Nor their poisonous little long-white-haired doggies WHICH THEY APPARANTLY WASHED IN THE BATHTUB and devoted a heck of a lot more grooming to than their goddamn kids and ILLEGAL HOUSEGUESTS, who left piles of eye makeup, razors, combs and sand behind their beds and every single quilt dirty not to mention wrecking one of my good knives by leaving it outside in the rain for days and losing the other one. Then there was the new down comforter with a slit in it, probably from knife-sharp dog nails. Besides the garbage, they left their DOG BRUSH. Which I trust will be returned to them complete with DISGUSTING WHITE DOG HAIR. These people deserve death. As it is, they will just suffer exile. Not only by me, but if I know my Edie, who called me to commiserate from her sickbed (still hasn't recovered from Italy), from their ONE-TIME real estate agent as well.
Dan: I am mad at you because it's bad enough that you love CSC1. Now you are keen on CSC2. Have you any idea how less-than this makes me feel? Not to mention the J-word.
Good thing I have such high self-esteem, and so many movie contracts. Or I might just shoot myself.
Claude: Sorry about your tenants. I'll get Brad to kill them for you.
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