And I am concerned my realtor may not be the pit bull negotiator one would hope for. I know this is shallow, but the last time I saw him, he was wearing coral colored jeans and loafers with no socks. As Super Agent Fred pointed out, he was a short step from wearing a sweater jauntily knotted about his shoulders. So being fierce at the bargaining table, maybe, probably not.
Just in case, I have decided to create a virtual shrine to various saints and other voodoo whatnots that might be of help.
First up, we have Saint Roch, since the house is on the street named in his honor. He's specially invoked against the plague, which is appropriate since I have AIDS and because of the raw sewage hanging around under the house. He is also sometimes one of the Fourteen Holy Helpers. I'm charmed by the fact that this is just a part-time gig for him.
He also would appear to be a medieval can-can dancer. Get it on, girl.
We're also including an old favorite, Our Lady of Prompt Succor. This is a title of the Virgin Mary and she is the patroness of New Orleans and Louisiana. She's who you turn to when things go bad and you need help in a hurry, and god knows, that happens plenty in New Orleans. Just as a side note, I'll admit that I've also occasionally been referred to as Our Lady of Prompt Succor, usually at some bathhouse or the other, but that's neither here nor there.
Plus she's a snappy dresser.
St. Jude, the patron saint of lost causes is on the list, as he on plenty of others, just in case.
Lastly, Saint Justin of DeRoy cause look how clear his skin is. Right?