Our landlord is such a slacker! We went through four refrigerators in our first six months of renting because he kept buying mostly-broken used ones, and recently he's refusing to put tar paper on the steps, even though both Mike and I have fallen down them. (Like, actually fallen down them, not just stumbled a little.)
Today he's over going through the crap he keeps in storage in our basement, and his kids are picking all of our raspberries. I feel so Grinch-like. I WAS going to make a pie today. Now, however, I'm going to read my accounting text while thinking bitter thoughts toward the landlord and his general attitude of negligence.
In other news, we met with a real estate agent today. He's really great! Mike still needs to have a few questions addressed before going forward with him, but I have a really good feeling. This is so exciting. And tomorrow I meet with a lender! We're scrambling today, hunting down old W-2s and student loan statements. This all feels so grown up! I swear, every day we become more adult-ish.
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