Garage Sale over. Big success, except Momo failed to sell his coveted white mouse. Well, kind of. Apparently, even though Momos negotiating style needs work, I think his ethics do, too. Market value for said mouse played out to .25 on the high side. Momo wouldnt budge from $75 - with a joint custody provision. In the end, he sweet talked me into buying it from him for full asking price with the custody provision in writing. No sooner than Momo stamped his paw print on the notarized agreement (that I had to pay for), the little fur ball snatched the expensive little old mouse in his mouth and hurried off to wherever he goes when he is on his hunger strike. Experts still havent been able to find this place. Later, Momo came back to watch college football with me. As he curled up beside me, I said, Wheres the Mouse? Mouse? What mouse? . . . Lets order a pizza delivery. I want double anchovies. Momos a rat.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 18:45:22 +0000
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