Dramatis personae
My name is GXL, which stands for Generation X Librarian, which alludes to my birth year range (fuck it, it's 1972) and my profession. I have two daughters, Hamachi and O-toro, and a husband, Maguro. I live in California. I'm very polite and professional at work, but at home I have an attitude. In fact, I have an attitude about my home.
We live in a two-story condominium townhouse which I call Chateau Non-Sequitur when I'm being polite, and Shitbox Manor when I'm not. Pursuant to this blog's title, we went all the way with this place a little over a year ago in February 2004 after living in it since Valentine's Day 1997, which meant that we were here for quite a while before we were able to make a commitment, which seems like it should lead to another virginity joke. At any rate, we have equity now.
We also have windows that are colder than my heart, which is the real reason I've begun this blog. I want new warmer windows, and a couple of weeks ago O-toro and I went into Sears and were accosted by a sales rep for their home improvement services. I can go into details later, but I let myself be suckered in. The rep came, he saw, he measured, and what did the estimate come in at? Ten thousand dollars.
Remember, I live in a fucking condo. That's for three windows and two sliding glass doors. Ten thousand dollars.
He also estimated the front and rear entry doors (oh look, another joke opportunity!) To replace those? Thirty-five hundred dollars.
The thing is, I have no idea what I'm doing. The rep asked re: the ten-thousand dollar quote, "Is that what you were thinking?" I was thinking "My mother-in-law got seventeen windows done for ten thousand dollars!" but no, GXL is polite. I was also thinking I have no clue which way is up, being as I've never owned a home and all. I didn't promise anything. Later Maguro freaked. His mother freaked. And I, PMSed, got pissed.
And that's where the saga starts. Sex and the city? GXL and... The Windows.
(Incidentally, once upon a time I had a colorfully cheap existence as a single woman, but I get the idea that owning a home is going to scar me emotionally far more than the sexual revolving door did. Which is just sad.)
We live in a two-story condominium townhouse which I call Chateau Non-Sequitur when I'm being polite, and Shitbox Manor when I'm not. Pursuant to this blog's title, we went all the way with this place a little over a year ago in February 2004 after living in it since Valentine's Day 1997, which meant that we were here for quite a while before we were able to make a commitment, which seems like it should lead to another virginity joke. At any rate, we have equity now.
We also have windows that are colder than my heart, which is the real reason I've begun this blog. I want new warmer windows, and a couple of weeks ago O-toro and I went into Sears and were accosted by a sales rep for their home improvement services. I can go into details later, but I let myself be suckered in. The rep came, he saw, he measured, and what did the estimate come in at? Ten thousand dollars.
Remember, I live in a fucking condo. That's for three windows and two sliding glass doors. Ten thousand dollars.
He also estimated the front and rear entry doors (oh look, another joke opportunity!) To replace those? Thirty-five hundred dollars.
The thing is, I have no idea what I'm doing. The rep asked re: the ten-thousand dollar quote, "Is that what you were thinking?" I was thinking "My mother-in-law got seventeen windows done for ten thousand dollars!" but no, GXL is polite. I was also thinking I have no clue which way is up, being as I've never owned a home and all. I didn't promise anything. Later Maguro freaked. His mother freaked. And I, PMSed, got pissed.
And that's where the saga starts. Sex and the city? GXL and... The Windows.
(Incidentally, once upon a time I had a colorfully cheap existence as a single woman, but I get the idea that owning a home is going to scar me emotionally far more than the sexual revolving door did. Which is just sad.)
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