SPOtastic

Yesterday my husband and I closed on our co-op apartment. The whole process before the closing was a pain in the ass – it took over 3.5 months from bid to close. Closings mainly involve a lot of check writing between parties for fees and reimbursements, and signing documents. We must have signed over 30 documents and initialed another 50. I think one of them said I am now the Overlord of Moolahgon. My favorite part of the closing was our Lawyer. He is a friend of my sister in-laws (read dated once), and a pretty boy. His phone ring was “Everybodies working for the weekend” and at one point he got up to make a phone call and came back with a Turkey Sandwhich. Which he ate as documents were signed, checks exchanged and Overlords kinged.

We took the keys, made some purchases at home depot, and went to work. Scrapping the paint off the walls in the bedroom is step one. Unfortunately we did not realize how hard it was going to be. We discovered about 8 layers of paint. The previous colors I could see were, Light Brown, yellow, Blue, white, off white and 2-3 layers of sadness.

We’ll get it done. Why? Because the Overlord of Moolahgon always gets it done.

I went to my local Stop & Shop today to pick up some ingredients for brownie cheesecake (momma spo style). I am going to an engagement party on Thursday, and offered to bring dessert. Why would you do that SPO? Well, because brownie cheesecake has not touched my deserved lips in over 2 years. This is not something I can make for home consumption like cookies, brownies or love. Each piece is the caloric equivalent of Daniel Baldwin's head. The second to last time I made it was when a pretty friend threw an engagement party for me. I didn't make it because I wanted to help celebrate my engagement; I simply wanted to eat brownie cheesecake. A few months after that party I received a request from a different pretty friend to make it for her birthday. I happily delivered on that request because again, I wanted to eat brownie cheesecake.

Normally when invited to a party hosted at a residence, I ask if there is anything I can bring, knowing/hoping that I'll get that clever answer 'just yourself' and do just that. This time I did not even ask, I simply told. "I am bringing brownie cheesecake. -spo" That was my RSVP. I have no idea where the guest of honor is registered; I just want to eat a piece of the mother fucking brownie cheesecake.

Anyway, the point of this story is that the check out lady at the Stop & Shop was a little person and her nametag said "Lil Kathy." That’s what I call owning it.