So my landlord was away for a few months in his country. So it was nice, he is a pretty nice guy but it's like having a live police officer, watching everything we do..When he came back yesterday and I seen his truck in the driveway, my first thought was great have to go clean the hallways and make sure that everything is perfect. It wasn't dirty, just a little cluttered from all the birthday stuff from Zoey's party, table, cooler etc..So I had to rush around like a chicken with no head to straighten up...
Then the fur ball on the back porch we call "Carly".. I knew that he was not gonna be happy about her.. I told him we don't bring her in. <----lie! (shhh don't tell) Well we don't bring her in anymore.. I got tired of all the poop and if I didn't clean it enough it would start to smell..ewwww I have been wanting to find someone to take her anyways, just don't want to give her to the wrong person that is going to eat her, them darn puerto ricans eat them..that's not racist of me to say btw cause I am married to one..lmao!
Then he goes on about how the water bill has went up..AND? not my problem. Why does it have to be cause of me? Are you telling the people on the first floor this? They freaking wash clothes by hand!! I have the girls swimming pool and I already know that if I start using it he is gonna want money for the water bill..!!Great!!
I LOVE my house, the yard is perfect for my girls..I just want this house for us, I wish that we could win the lotto or hit big at the casino. I don't know what it is about this house..It's not a bad neighborhood, not the best either but I still wish that we could buy it! There is only one other house that I want more than this one...My GRAM'S house!
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