Whew! What a Day.

Wow, what a day! I knew the day was going to be interesting when it started off with my comb dropping into the toilet. (To whomever decided to build a closet over the toilet: not the brightest idea…. oh and note to self- order new comb from amazon…)

We got a call this afternoon that our neighbor wanted to take over our lease (our lease is up in August). We all signed the necessary paperwork and I’m glad her two little Hurricane Katrina rescue dogs will get to enjoy our sunny patio.

We also had this couple come look at our apartment later on in the day.  They were our CYA people (incase lady #1’s credit didn’t check out OK).  These people were the epitome of how not to look at an apartment.  Normally I wouldn’t talk bad about people, but its my blog, and they got me annoyed, so I’m going to, ha! 🙂

Firstly, they were 1 hour late… at dinner time… Those with a baby know how important dinner time is.  If dinner is late, the whole night is thrown off.  So I’m in the kitchen finishing off the soup (yay soup!).  The guy comes in and starts opening up the cabinets. Now ok, I get it, you want to make sure that its a cabinet and not some weird facade.

Great, coffee mugs! Mazel Tov! You found my coffee mugs!

Good job, you found them, its a real cabinet, now move along, don’t you have more important things to look at?

So a normal person would be like, OK, I bothered this nice lady making soup and taking care of her baby while her husband explains how nice it is here, let me back away from the counter and leave.

Nope! No such luck.  He then decides to lean over where the chicken is sitting, waiting for me to cut up, and open up the rest of the cabinets.

He found my plates. Good job.

At this point I’m giving him evil looks and plotting all the clever things to do if he moves 1 inch closer to my chicken.

I think he got the hint and left.  whew, chicken saved.  I found out after they left that Ian was also getting pretty nervous about his close proximity to the chicken and coming up with his own methods of intercepting the guy.

I could go on and on about this people. But I’ll spare you and just say they put in WAY too much work for a 3 month rental.  I’m curious how much of it was the guy showing of to his girl because it was their first place together, and how much of it was simply because he was just a dork.

Other happenings of the day were my beginning of a breakdown that I was leaving my plants.  I didn’t even know I cared about my plants!  I’m still in shock that I care.  But I guess it makes sense, I have had them for about 2 1/2 years, and they are still alive (yay!), so I must be doing something right.  In fact, I just started to water them again this month (Ian took over when I was in my ready to pop mode of pregnancy).  We found a home for my succulent, so I’m happy about that.  The lady taking over my apartment is taking my lemon and lime trees. I hope she doesn’t kill them, she did make me nervous talking about her history with killing plants, but they are way to heavy to move, sigh.  I’m also going to leave my aloe plant b/c it’s been happy as an outside plant, and really, you have to try really hard to kill this thing.  It’s a pretty forgiving plant.

My butterfly bushes still need a home. I might try fed-ex’ing them, I know they can live in NJ. Its just a matter of them living getting transported to NJ.  Ian has some other people to offer them up to first.

I took the camera out today and caught a quick picture of a little snail on the butterfly bush pot and some water droplets on my succulent.  I love how the succulents catch the water. I’m going to have to find some NJ friendly versions.

We also built our first boxes for the move.  First thing to get packed up was DS’s swing (I really need to come up with a better blog name for him… suggestions welcome)

He has outgrown it and its kinda funny setting him up in it.  I can picture the song Memories playing in his head as he looks at the spinning birds. He’s like “oooooh, I remember this from when I was a little boy….”.

He doesn’t last more than two minutes in it, sigh.

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