Oh, something EXCITING that happened last Saturday...
John was getting ready to go to a powwow up north and I saw a red car pull into our driveway. Now, we do have friends... just not many of them. And none of them drive a red car.
And Katie, being the smarty she is, remembered that it was a red car that crashed into the back of her Grandpa's car the week before and thought that whoever it was had come back. She was worried that they were going to hit one of our other cars. We reassured her that they probably would not return to our house and park in our driveway just to hit another one of our cars.
Turns out that I was right. (Katie was relieved.)
It was actually one of our old neighbors (who used to live kittycorner across the street from us when I was a kid) who had seen our car parked next to the garage for awhile and wondered if we were looking to sell it.
Yes, yes, YES! (That car has been sitting there for probably 6 months, if not longer, because we need to put a tire on it and the tires for our car are very spendy.)
How did he happen to spot our car and wonder about its availability? Well, apparently he drives through the area every once in awhile (I kind of think it's to check out his lawn*) and spotted it just sitting there.
*I wonder if there was a condition written into the house sale that the new owner must maintain the lawn to the standards of the previous owner! If so, he doesn't have anything to worry about. The new owner edges, eliminates weeds,
So now I've got to figure out which payment is for which car. This normally wouldn't be a problem. Just pull out the statement and check it out, right! Oh, if only. But no. We bought two cars on that fateful day; two cars of the same make, model, and year. So, I've got to track down the payment invoice, pull out the title (that has the matching bank name), and search for the teeny tiny color description, and THEN call to see what the payoff total is. Ugh. Which is why I haven't done it yet.
But I will. This week for sure.
Because I saw Frank drive by our house again on Sunday and I have a feeling he's a persistent guy. And an early* riser.
*Early = before 11:00 a.m.. I mean, we're up and everything but we're still in cozy jammy mode.
And if he stops by early (like he did the last time), I don't want to have to make a mad dash to the bedroom to change out of my jammies and into real clothes...