Three times…

Three freaking times the sale of my house has fallen through. This last time, the wife loved the house and cried when her husband was too scared of the cemetery to buy the house.

People, my husband lived in that house for 65 years, I lived in it for 46…the residents of the cemetery left us alone  They made for very quiet neighbors.

The house was a blast to decorate for Halloween and see how many people we could tempt up the street for candy.

I will never understand the sheer cowardice and superstitious idiocy that caused the baby man to back out of the sale.