31, whoo!!! Well maybe not, but it was as good excuse as any to ditch work, so I can type this in my underwear (they just don’t handle that well at the office).
I’m diving in to real estate investments now, so hopefully I will really have something to celebrate when #32 rolls around. I closed on my duplex last week and officially met my tenant for the first time. She’s a little obsessive about the groundskeeping which she does all herself. She was actually worried that I was going to take away her lawnmowing privileges – HAHAHAHAHA!
But she’s already complaining about nitpicky little things, like the garage ceiling falling down on her car. Like *I’m* supposed to do something about it. She really needs to get a hold of her landlord…oh wait that’s me. Well I’m sure it will all work itself out.
Time to go do a little birthday exercise at the gym. In my underwear of course.