Small World

The following conversation will, hopefully, teach me to keep my mouth shut.

I got this message on Facebook from my friend Julie, who works at Childress, a fabric and upholstery warehouse and store in Frisco. Julie happened to meet... the lady whom we are buying our new house from. You know, the house that isn't ours yet? The house that has a tax lien against it and is being held hostage by the IRS????

"Kris! I met Kim yesterday at Childress (the one you are buying your new house from.) She was in to look for new fabric for her new house and was saying that she was waiting for the IRS to make a decision on what they are going to do... I told her I knew of someone trying to buy a house where the ex-husband's skeletons are coming out of the closet. Then we both looked at each other... I asked her where her house was... and then I said Kris... and she said Kahle and we were both saying what a small world. I just thought you would be amused!"

Oh, I was amused alright. I'm sure that Kim is just delighted to know that all of Frisco knows her personal business!

I've got to have a talk with my mouth....
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