Living la Vida Loca à la Casa Gratton -- Part Three

Really, there's a simple explanation to reasons why life à la casa Gratton has been so crazy the last few weeks. Alarm bells, car bells, they were all ringing for a reason.

Because there's some sort of balance that needs to be achieved in the universe. Or so I've been told. Apparently, those who do good have that good come back at them. Those who do evil not-so-good, have that come back at them too.

So, as I said, there's a simple reason why my life started unraveling around me.

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Last month, I tried to sell my neighbours' house.

While they were away on holidays.

And when they may not have been privy to that plan.

Okay, they had no clue. The day after they left, I went down to Home Depot and bought one of those obnoxiously orange and black "House for Sale by Owner" signs for a bargain $6.95. And it would've been so much funnier if they had left their cell phone on for the holiday instead of turning it off.

But they had a few interested callers. And it definitely made them do a great double take when they arrived home.

I guess I'll need to savour those memories for the next little while as the universe tries to balance itself.

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