I've been waiting for over a week now for the nice seller of an '04 Fat Boy to receive his replacement title, so we can conclude our business transaction. I'm not worried about the deal falling through or anything like that... as he's already let me take possession of it. Yes... it's in my garage! But, I know it's not mine yet, and I'm a big believer in not counting chicken's before they're hatched... if you know what I mean.
The other morning Harley shouted at me from the other room, "Hey, your title is here!" Not sure what he was referring to, I walked into the room he was in and found him looking out the window toward our pool in the back. Pointing outside he continued, "Look... It's the Turtle Express."
The closest storm ditch or creek is a long way away from our house and I wondered where this big boy came from? His shell was the size of a cereal bowl! The cat's didn't seem to mind the intrusion, but he didn't hang around long enough to give them a chance to change their mind. I never even noticed when he slipped away... quietly... steadily.
I guess he went to find out what happen to my title.
Have a nice week everybody!