Owls and wigs…..

Still on the trail of an apartment to call home. 

The last one we looked at was complete with the elderly owner

  (moving into retirement home) who had overslept the night before in her living room chair, hence never heard her alarm, hence was still in he PJ's when we showed up. Nor had she had her breakfast or moved from her chair.

The real estate agent was opening the blinds for her….

In her entrance was a carved wooden owl with a wig on it! 

Kind of cool and freaky all at the same time. And stuff, man she had the stuff….hoarder? Perhaps not, collector, definitely.

All I can say is Stef was not the same man when he walked out of that place as when he entered. Even though we knew we wouldn't be buying it, too dark, ground floor….the old lady and all of her stuff was really a bit much. Even for me. 

And did I mention Stephane was so rushed that morning before our 9:30 visit he hadn't had time for his coffee? I'm sure that didn't help. 

What else could we do but drive to the nearest bakery and load up on croissants and pain au chocolat to relive a civilized breakfast, restart our day…..
 try to wash it all away.

I'm laughing as I write this, it was priceless.

 

Is your stomach churning yet?

 Come on, put the two together for the full on experience, 

you know you want to. Live large, live dangerously.