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My Dad just got sucked into a situation right outta Life of Brian.

We've been trying really hard to sell some furniture, make some money, yadda yadda.

Phone rings. It's a woman from our apartment complex saying she saw one of our beautiful pieces of furniture for sale, so i handed the phone off to dad.

Furniture piece: Bought for $2,700. Dropped to $1,100, and dropped finally to $900.

Dad: Tell you what. Think about how much you're willing to spend, and if we still have it..

Woman: What's your bottom price?

Dad: Well, $900, but we really don't want to take it with us, so i'll sell it for $800.

Woman:That's not what i had in mind.

Dad: Alright, well, if you wanted to think about it...

Woman: I'll give you $1,000 for it.

Dad: .....Okay.

YOU'VE GOT TO HAGGLE!

On a side note, i've been packing today.

I'm trying to be selective about the books i take, but how does anyone do that? It's like...i don't know. Probably against some sort of law somewhere.

Current Mood: amused

Dear Dad-

There are many things you can put your coffee down on. A coaster, for example.

If you spill coffee, you clean it up.

Things you do NOT put your coffee mug down on, or spill your coffee on, for that matter, are the following:

A) My To Do List for the day, which is pretty damn important in regards to taking care of things, cleaning my room, and getting started on a moving process.

B) Possibly the most important- my written rough draft of my Supernatural/House x-over fic that i've been incredibly excited about.

Now both are soggy masses of brown worthlessness that are all grainy with Splenda.

Thanks for that.

Not.