I don't have time to wax wordy on this, because I'm meeting my ex-husband/bestfriend/realtor, all wrapped up in one tidy little well-dressed smirk, but….
Our offer on the Greenleaf property was accepted, so …it's only a matter of time, of course, before I run for Mayor and open a bar there, freeing the residents of this small, Quaker, gun-slinging community from decades (I'm assuming) of 'friendly' prohibition. Passive tea-tottlage, goodbye. I'm riding in on a twelve pack. Icy cold. Driving a herd of lime. I expect the villagers to greet me with a bottle opener and shouts of Hurrah!
I'm excited. I think it will be a fun purchase and place to go work sheep. Once I get a few.