The fam.
I know the mean well and I should have more patience with them. I am trying. Really.
My parents: My condo hunt continues and since my dad has his real estate license (for the last few years), I am relying on his expertise with properties, loans, the handy-work associated with buying a home, etc. I sent him an e-mail with eight condos that caught my eye so he could take a look. He couldn’t figure out the links, put my mom on the phone, she couldn’t figure it out and got annoyed. After I hung up on them, I called back and walked them through how to look up the properties on Realtor.com. My dad said he would look at all of them tomorrow. I know he will call me at work. Maybe I should sign them up for computer classes for their upcoming 35th anniversary…
My aunt: She is on the hunt to find me a man. Most of the guys she has introduced me to have been closer to 40 than 30, short, bald, weird, have issues…the list goes on. I knew she had ulterior motives inviting me to Germanfest over the weekend and I was right. She introduced me to a 28 year old, super nice guy. I was shocked that he was normal (from what I can tell). Now she wants us to go out this week. With her. Like she is the chaperone. She gave me his number and told me to call him, but I wussed out and sent him a text. I have a funny feeling he won’t write back. I guess we’ll see.
