...to the family of the G.F.G. kid. Yeppers, the enabling parents are waiting for the kid to talk it over with his girlfriend and will most likely make an offer tomorrow. While the parents were oohing and ahhhing over how cute the place would be once it was fixed up, the 23 year old was literally crawling around on his hands and knees figuring out how best to rewire the entire trailer to turn it into one massive sound system for gaming and home theatre. (My poor, quiet, retired neighbors). I called the parents off to one side and told them they might want to have an electrician out before sonny boy embarks upon any ambitious projects as the home still has its original wiring and might not be able to handle the increased load. They are aware of the roof "issue" (in writing) and have sent in the application paperwork to park mgmt. as of this afternoon. Meanwhile, I have contacted the local title firm and they are sending the required paperwork to me as it turns out the DMV no longer handles mobile home titles. A different agency now does and requires separate paperwork. Thomas has been revelling in all the foot traffic through the house the past couple of days. He has appointed himself official "meeter and greeter" and is alternating between impressing people with his regal looks, and making a complete, drooling fool of himself in search of affection. Squeaky is spending more time than I'd like under the bed.