CLOSED in Wilmington!!

Whew! What a day!!

But as of this posting, we are the proud owners of a Green Machine!!!


The day started off like any other. Waking up, walking dog, eating scones with the GolfCart. Then we decided to venture over to the Green Machine to walk around. That was nice, and soon it was time to go back to the hotel to get ready for the closing.


So, we're back at Shang-ri-La.... "Mike, where are your nice clothes?" asks the GolfCart. "Hmmm...." (Flashback to packing the night before... "I'll leave them hanging, and put them in the car"......) "Crap!!!"


"Can I do the closing in shorts?" NO!!!


Crap crap crap... Where do you get khakis and a shirt 30 minutes before your closing? Target!!! Oh yes, I drove like a bat-out-of-Hades to Target, ran in, tried on pants and shirt, bought them, and made it back by Noon. Got changed, grabbed the GC and Ham, and busted out the door. Whew!!! Crisis averted.



So before we go to the closing, we have to take care of the dog. This was my brillant addition to the day. We made a reservation at a doggie spa (at Petco, not that exciting) where we could drop him off while we do our thing. Easy! We asked for the works, since he had been so neglected recently. I don't remember all of the details of his afternoon, but it did include nail clipping, teeth cleaning, and cleansing of his anal glands. Seriously. As we dropped him off, I couldn't help but feel a sense of irony as our dog was going to get "cleaned" while we were going off for the same.


We made it to the closing attorney's office with time to spare. Even had time to get some iced coffee to power the GC! Went in and signed like a million papers. There were papers we signed that said were to document that we saw and signed other papers. Yup, fo real! At the end of the session we were the proud owners of a Green Machine! This monumental occasion (where the BY and future BY's were to be nurtured and raised into adulthood) was celebrated in a $30 Target outfit.


So, the rest of the afternoon, the GC dragged me everywhere to "get things done, before we got the dog back". This included going to 2 separate tile stores, talking to smarmy salesmen, grabbing samples, going to Lowe's, picking out paints, and then picking up the dog.

Ham made it through the ordeal as well. As we sauntered off to the car, Ham had a little different hitch in the gitty-up; kinda waddled a little with a very ginger sitting motion. Hmmm, I think I knew how he felt.


At the end of this lovely day, we celebrated with a lovely feast from our favorite dining establishment.