it's a convoluted mess
1.) Saturday night Bob and I were down in the basement while he changed the furnace filter and I found a dead mouse on the floor. WHAT. THE FUCK? Where did it come from and why was it dead? Also, now I want to set traps all over the damn house because I’m convinced there was a rodent in my kitchen rattling silverware on dishes on the counter on Sunday afternoon while Bob and I… Keep reading…Wait for me…
The spam filter on the comments is a priceless feature. Because when there is an influx of spam comments, there is AN INFLUX OF SPAM COMMENTS. And it’s nice to not have to worry about dozens…or hundreds…of useless shit because somebody needs a fucking hobby. When things hit the spam file, I’ll peruse them to make sure something legitimate didn’t get caught, and probably 95% of what’s there is just utter gibberish. But then there… Keep reading…Oh Spam…
I worked for a property management company for nine years. Most of those years were a fiery pit of Hell On Earth. But despite the toxic environment and the fact that I worked in the accounting department (as opposed to the property management department) I picked up a few things about renting and the rules that apply. The last place we lived was the very first time I ever signed my name to a lease…. Keep reading…Legalese…
Last night the landlord sent Bob a text message about showing the house today at 3:00. After we were already in bed. So we didn’t get the message until this morning sometime after 9:00. Bob messaged him back saying we had plans and to please reschedule. He messaged back saying, “It’s only ONE appointment, it should only take 10 minutes and they MIGHT cancel.” So Bob replied, fine, but the house isn’t going to be… Keep reading…Herpderp…
Yesterday Bob and I made our regular trip to Costco. We were both wearing our Blue Army Caboose hoodies—as we do. Rounding the corner out of an aisle a woman chased us down, shouting, “Excuse me! Can I ask you a question!?” We paused, because we’re nice like that, curious as to what she could possibly want to ask us. “Can I ask you a question? Do you work here?” “Um…no.” “Oh, I thought you… Keep reading…Shopping time…
“A watched pot never boils…” More like: “A watched website never updates…” Only it does. Just not with the information you want or need. We submitted a purchase agreement on a house. They came back with a counter-offer. We knew they would. They countered with exactly what we knew they would. So we signed off on the counter offer. That should mean an accepted purchase agreement. But we have heard nothing. And there have been… Keep reading…Aggravation…