If we are friends on twitter, facebook, or OMG! real life, you probably are sick of hearing that "My awesome house in a beautiful Vicksburg neighborhood with low, Schoolcraft Township taxes!" is for sale.
This weekend we are having an Open House (1230-230 if you are in the market for a *)
In a desperate attempt for something different, which would be house selling rather than house for saling...I have called on Saint Joseph for help.
O! Plastic Catholic Saint, made in China, I call on you for help in selling my house!
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No, really, I am quite attached to Joesph. I slept with him under my pillow last night. This morning, I sang him a song. The Ogre said it was good up until the point where I praised his carpentry skills by calling him the Carpenter to the Gods. In my defense, it flowed better in the song, and we've been reading a lot of Percy Jackson lately.
Now, to finish the deed, I was required to burrow St Joe, and ask him for help. I believe the asking was implied in the song. I went out to get the trusty zombie slaying shovel.
It seemed a bit over kill. I chose something a little more appropriate.
Good luck little guy!
Help us sell our house.
When it sells...I will dig you up and keep you in a place of honor on the mantel,
right next to Buddha.