Future Real-a-tors? Kensi’s Journal 03/27/22

Today was another great day–Deeks and I used our investigative skills and contacts to work the case and we didn’t even have to draw our weapons.  And it started great too–singing in the car with my hubby (okay, singing while my hubby tried to distract me from getting my Zac Brown Band on).  Oh! and then an Eastern European criminal arms dealer hit on me, which while not at all reciprocated, was still flattering.  Sometimes it’s nice to know I still got it. 

Our time with Henrik got me thinking, though. (And not about the fact that I must be completely used to Deeks’ non-stop talking if Henrik’s didn’t even faze me.)  If an ex-con can make really good money selling over-priced homes to the uber-wealthy, why can’t we?  I know, my feel-good song this morning was about appreciating the important things in life instead of money.  So maybe we don’t need to focus on high-end clientele, but we’re honest, hard-working people (and who can resist Deeks’ charm, not to mention his baby blues and pearly whites?).  I bet we can make a decent living as realtors (or real-a-tors).  Plus, it’s probably something we could do together while we raise a family, and the chances are slim we’d get shot at or blown up doing it.  Maybe I need to look into what getting a realtor’s license entails in the morning….