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I should sell soap

This whole thing with the popcorn ceiling was spooky. I was doing my emails this morning and because I have Gmail from Google there are ads in the margins and usually a banner across the top of the page which somehow relates to something in the text of the emails. I glanced at this headline that read "Ugly Popcorn Ceilings"

So it made me click on the link and that began the discovery of asbestos in the popcorn, and simultaneously made me fess up to my true feelings.

In the interest of full disclosure, I had reservations about this house even as we signed the papers. But if you could have seen how happy Dave was, you would have signed them too.

Almost immediately I began to have a gnawing feeling, and decided to throw money at the knot in my stomach. I decided to spend on my studio, and install all new floors, and add an eat-at work counter for the kitchen, to make it more like the kitchens I already have. It seems that the merely adequate kitchen was really eating at me. Then there was the built-ins that were not quite right, and the downstairs family room which was atrociously 'decorated'.

I figured I'd have to wait to do all this, when I would have the time, but schedule-wise, who am I kidding? We have to move into a finished place, since it will be difficult to find a chunk of time to renovate, or supervise, or do stuff myself. Dave is not going to be put to work. No way. He is supposed to be enjoying his good days. It is my job to keep that program in place.

Even if the seller would fix the ceiling, we just don't want to go forward with the sale anymore. She had already reduced the selling price and to ask for her to fix the ceilings for another $7000, would probably not work. And it matters little. Our feet are cold.