Probably the sale of my in-laws' house
Gawd. We have a cash buyer, but can't get the damn thing closed because of some legal entanglements. My FIL married a widow whose husband died intestate 24 years ago. We all know that, but somehow the title company keeps wanting more documentation. I mean, this is a minuscule amount of money. People probably pay more for houses that they bulldoze and rebuild than this property, yet here we sit, four months after the first closing date, hoping the damn thing will be out of our lives by the end of September. DH actually dropped an f-bomb at our attorney's office, and the guy acted all surprised. Hey, I was shocked it took this long for him to start using foul language. Never accept the "privilege" of being executor for an estate that involves nine children from four marriages in the lives of the decedents.
Run / Workout - none. Yawn. I decided to face tomorrow's 20-miler REALLY well rested. We went to Santa Ana instead and had a great walk even though we didn't see many birds. They were there singing, but wouldn't let us see them
Blather: I may have a cavity in one of my teeth. I'm hesitant to spend $$ going to the dds and finding out I'm wrong, but then again, teeth generally don't get better if they are ignored. I also have a suspicion that the dentist might say there's a cavity and drill away even if there isn't one there, but I don't think she would, but I can't help wondering.
I drop my fair share of f-bombs around the house, probably more than DH does
Unless we're talking politics, I try not to in public. Exceptions: dealing with loose dogs in a state park earned the owner an earful of f-bombs because they were NOT under control at all. Slipping on the rocks and catching myself when climbing with my sore arm on that stoooopid mountain in Colorado.