We are either getting closer to finding a new home or my killing Carlton. Pick one. Either one works for me.
I thought we were settled on the 200 sq foot smaller but perfectly fine unit that we saw this morning. As hard as he tried Carlton couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
I was happily making floor plans and pushing paper furniture around.
Then, then, the man says “I’ll think I call up the owner (of our current unit) and try to get him to let us stay until August of 2011”. I lost it. I told Dear Hubby that I wash my hands of the whole thing. If this gets messed up – then he finds us a place to live.
Carlton said I was threatening him. Playing the “My way or the highway” card. Well, I have visited 7 apartment buildings, emailed and phoned dozens of Craigslisters, visited 4 privately owned units. Spent hours online checking out this and that. He went to see one building, and 2 private units. After I vetted them.
And, he is getting really deaf. We just had an argument about me wearing earplugs because he has the TV up so loud. May be he is extra deaf from this respiratory infection that he hasn’t gotten over.
Have to get a grip. Inhale, exhale, move on. Is it bubble bath time?
I did finish checking and destroying 200+ backup CD’s and DVD’s. Did they ever make a lot of noise going down the trash shoot. Years ago I got this little plastic gizmo that safely gouges the CD. It is overpriced, but, it is easy and seems to work. Disc Eraser
And, by the time I go to bed tonight – will we have the beginning of health care reform? Of course, now that I am an old woman and getting government health care – I suppose I should be really opposed to anyone else getting a good deal.