One last drink...
So last night, at Ms. BBT's insistance, the 3 of us gathered at 4754 for one last drink together. Ok, so I had 2 beers but who's counting. She (4754) was looking good after her run in with Merry Maids. They did a good job really, except for 'stealing' Tamara's kitchen clock. I mean, they even made Tommy's bathroom look respectable.
Today is the official last day of our lease. You know it's getting really close to the end when the only thing that I took home from the house last night was my beloved JLo poster. There's just nothing left unless I want to start stealing Tommy's clothes.
Sniff, sniff, sad day.
Ah, but before I end this on a sad note, a little something to make y'all smile. Last night, at about the time that we were gathering, it was pouring. I mean pouring. I even waited in my cars for about 5 minutes before running in (prolly cuz Tamara, who was inside, kept on screaming at me that it was only water). When I finally came in, I took a walk around to check out how the maids had done, and sure enough, the basement was flooding :) Hahaha. I can just hear Vera (bless her heart) telling us about the sum pump.

It's a flugel horn, made by Couesnon, a French company. The factory burned down in 1969, and they haven't been the same since. This one is circa 60's. All the records were lost during the fire, apparently, so it's impossible to track the exact year. Anyway, this is a much sought after horn and played by many professional jazz musicians.
and here is Tommy - IN the psuedo wife beater!








