I still own the small adorable house (1,100 square feet) I purchased when Teddy and I first started dating. I don’t live there, but I rent it out to a little nice family. About once a week I get a call, text, or letter from someone wanting to buy it. I always tell them $650,000 cash by Friday, small bills. Nobody has taken me up on the offer yet.
The latest guy asked where I got the price. I responded with, “Dude it is my current selling price. We are in California, plus the property has the added bonus of being haunted. Ghosts cost extra.”
I have to give the guy some credit because he responded with “Good luck! No ghosts for me! I was thinking of $900k; now that there are ghosts I’m not interested.”
What else is going on today?
I’m not seeing any ghosts at my house (where I live.)
I have seen a dozen or so squirrels who no doubt were the ones who took one of my humming bird feeders yesterday. There were also two coyotes out back who had ALL of the neighborhood dogs barking. Something large flew over. I have no idea what it was because I only saw the shadow.
As with most Vampires, I don’t like to be bothered. I let the dog bark and growl at the door. Yes, my dog is a total goof ball filled with sweetness and preciousness, but she is also a ninety pound German Shepard with a loud hell hound bark. Then there is that low growl that would put fear into just about anyone.
Just like the random animals that wander in and out of my yard… wait, that isn’t correct. The animals aren’t so random. I see the same ones every day and every night.
Be it home repair, religion, or anyone asking for money, I don’t like strangers at my door. I don’t like strangers calling me on my phone. I don’t like them sending me mail (traditional or email.)
My twenty year old daughter keeps getting invitations to move into local senior communities. I forward the invitations to her with the note, “Skip college and go straight to retirement.” When she was in high school she was flooded with coupons for baby formula and sent diaper samples.
My husband gets advertisements for burial plots.
My twenty three year old gets mail about gun shows and male “enhancements.” I don’t forward those to him.
We all record everything we watch on TV so we can fast forward through the commercials.
I’ve worked in marketing. I know how it works. Unfortunately things are totally out of control and so random. The invasion of personal privacy is out of control.
That’s all. Now I have to go search for the missing humming bird feeder, and maybe one of my ghosts.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
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Vampire Maman 
It’s pretty creepy.
I figure that AARP has wasted several thousands of dollars just on the amount of recruitment junk mail they’ve been sending me since I was in college. Guess who won’t be getting any of my money when I turn fifty in six years…
You too? That is insane.
I laughed out loud when I checked my mail this morning (about an hour after I made this comment) and found a postcard from AARP trying to sell me Medicare supplimental insurance…