So, yeah. They sold our damn house that we were going to rent. I had to email the nice couple moving into MINE and tell them the bad news, and they were so nice about it that it made me feel worse. We still don't know what we're going to do. Whatever we do, be sure to continue with the advice. God, I love that.
Basically, we are sad. And disappointed. Our options are to keep looking, stay where we both are, or find Ned a cheaper place for now and we move in together later. Oh, or Ned could move in to my house, which we had already dismissed as less than ideal due to its teensy size and one bathroom, but we may do that for awhile. Say, did I already say to be sure to give us a shit ton of advice re this? Thanks.
I hate everything. In the meantime, Ned's birthday is tomorrow, and he wants to go to a baseball game. I emailed him awhile ago to ask if I need to get tickets for a certain section, such as in front of the cheerleaders. A person who is 100% over me is not Ned. No, sir.
So that's what's new over here. Also, I went into the room with the newly painted concrete floor, and it STILL isn't dry, so I haven't put the shiny coat on it yet. I went to Sherwin-Williams and asked how, asked now. Asked Sherwin-Williams. So I have the right stuff now; I just can't use it. Story of my life.