I'm off to sign papers for my apartment. Yes people, it has been sold. Not only am I going to go sign them, I am going alone! At first it was just a big inconvenience. I was put out by doing serious stuff on Sunday. Hell, I live in Rio de Janeiro! We don't do anything but drink beer and eat meat on Sunday.
That was when my husband tried to get me out of it by saying I was nervous. I got super annoyed! I told him to not tell them that! I mean, what the hell?! They already only want to talk to the penis of the house, I'm totally screwed now. Then he pointed out that I should be nervous.
Apparently I'm not just swinging by to sign a thing saying we will sell to them. No no, I am signing the documents selling the apartment. They are full legal documents with numbers and legal words and is in Portuguese.
That does slide me over to the nervous side a bit...
Of course I will bring the contract back for Mr. Rant to sign. Double of course is the fact that they understood that Mr. Rant couldn't come because the Botafogo vs Flamengo is on at that time... right now actually.
Crap, I'm already late! Hell, I live in Rio de Janeiro and it's Sunday...
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