Yesterday I was in the kitchen at work when my phone rang. It was the property manager for that house. "June, I talked to the owner. He's willing to go down on the price AND the pet deposit." You can imagine the pet deposit he wants.
My voice stayed calm while I talked to the property manager, but I was jumping up and down and dancing while we talked. About 86 of the Alexes were eating at the table. "I feel like we should be playing some '80s song, like Eye of the Tiger or Maniac," one of the boy Alexes said, who was a zygote when Eye of the Tiger was a thing.
Ned and I decided that we probably seem like attractive candidate for rental. "I mean, to look at us, you'd say, 'Hey, there are two responsible adults.' You have to get to know us to figure out how wrong that is," Ned said.
So this weekend we're going to list my house for rent, and see how it goes, response-wise. If it's dreadful, we won't apply for the place. That was my idea, and look who's practicing impulse control, when what she really wants to do is start schlepping her couch over there tonight?
Actually, Ned says my dog-covered couch should go, and that no dogs will be allowed on his nice couch. He says he's going to train my dogs to be decent human beings, and I cannot wait to see him try. Does anyone remember the trainer I had come over who said in all her years of working with dogs, she'd never met a dog as obstinate as Talu?
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It's that time of year again where Lu rolls in the blackberries in the yard. I did not punch her eye.
der be dissaplines? eds love dissaplines.
I wonder if it's possible to have dogs with more opposite personalities.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, my birds left. I had chickadees or wrens or something in my little bird house that's right outside my window, and it was so cute, until it wasn't.
They'd go beep! beep! beep! beep!, the babies would, and I would squeal a little and go back to watching TV or whatever. As the weeks went by, it was more BEEP! BEEP! BEEP EM EFFERS BEEP!
First of all, there must have been 20 of them. And clearly they were all slackers. By last week, they were peeping constantly and were clearly able to leave and get their own damn food. They had a few keggers with the other young birds in the neighborhood, and played their rap music and I was so over those loud birds.
Then day before yesterday I was in here and noticed the silence. And then I missed them. I'll tell you who else missed them.
wat? eyeriss just enjoy sunshyne. dat it. yeah.
She probably scaled the post like Sylvester and sucked them all out of that hole through a straw.
Anyway, that's the latest with my NEW! HOUSE! that I am not at all excited about and decorating in my mind. Oh, and Ned does not want color-coordinated books. I have no idea what's wrong with Ned. Who wouldn't want that?
Would anyone like a house to rent? How about a dog? Would anyone like a dog? You can't have Tallulah. Okay, let me know.
