Suddenly, I feel like I should be driving an Oldsmobile and smoking cigarillos while listening to classical music and drinking a martini. I should have full skirts and pearls.
I should at least be driving up and down the streets of my neighborhood seeing if I can make other people’s garage doors open and shut with my remote.
I’m going to be one of those people with a tennis ball hanging from the garage ceiling. At least until the dog spots it, I guess.
I need to get my utilities switched over and find an electrician. I’m glad Mack insisted I make a list ahead of time of all the stuff that needs to be done because right now I’m all just like “We’ll get the utilities switched over and get an electrician in and paint and plant a magnolia (after discovering where the septic tank is) and move in and live happily ever after.” I thought I’d feel all “Holy shit there’s so much to do and so little time to do it in.”
But no, I’m all “All right. Who wants to try out my garage door opener?”
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you’ve jumped straight into being spoiled.
me, i have to get out and punch a code into a keypad on my garage wall. put up with that through a few rainstorms, and you’ll be able to appreciate your garage door opener properly. mumble, grumble, kids these days…
ha, give some people a little power….
I know a great electrician – email me for details if you still need one
I heard once – and I don’t know if it’ true – that you CAN drive around neighborhoods punching the garage door opener and every now and then, someone else’s garage door will open.
Stranger danger!