The biggest, most embarassing, (most expensive) Blonde Moment, ever!
As many of you know, Ashley and I went apartment hunting on Monday. We saw a few apartments that we liked until we stumbled upon a charming townhouse in an ideal location for both of us.
Monday night I sat down and calculated all my bills and my monthly income. It sure looked like I could afford this place. I was so excited! Tuesday Ashley went down to the leasing office and put down our deposit to secure our lovely blue townhouse.
Tuesday night we were out celebrating my birthday, the fact that we are moving out in April, and Erin and I going to Disney World on Thursday. We got back to their house and I sat down again and added up my bills, subtracted the total from my monthly income and had a harsh reality check.
"What? How am I coming up with only $85 a month in spending money? What went wrong?" Fear overtook my body and I faught back the tears. Could this be real? Could I have missed a bill the night before? Could I be about $200 off in my calculations?
I drove home in a flurry (after getting stuck in thier driveway!) and ran into my mom's room.
"I have a huge problem!" Probably not the right choice of words to tell your mom, but she got up and I filled her in.
We checked, double checked... triple checked! $85 was the recurring number!
I grabbed the paper from Monday night and was still perplexed by the numbers.
"How did I get that total? Where did that $860 come from? Why am I getting $85 now?"
I looked closer... stared if you will... I thought for sure the paper would catch fire with my intense stare. Then it hit me!
"Oh, you're fucking kidding me? I did not just do that!"
"What? What did you figure out?" my mom asks innocently. (for those out there, I did not say fuck infront of my mother)
"Mom... I reversed 2 numbers! Instead of the correct total being $680, I read it as $860! There is my missing $200!"
My mom and I crunched some numbers and I could move out, if I never wanted to go out to a bar again... never wanted to buy new underwear again... never wanted to feel like I was living on my own!
I called Ashley and filled her in. "Mer, I understand if you don't want the place. Why move out if you are going to be miserable?"
Today I got to work and pondered "Should I just go through it? Sign a year's lease and never be able to drive anywhere other than to work and back?"
I made the phone call and was told that I could back out now... but would not get out $647 security deposit. Great... just fucking great.
So, now I have no new place to move to, I don't even have money to move out. Ashley has graciously agrred to let me go on a payment plan with her. (See, due to my total blonde moment that will most likely be tweeked to a funny chain e mail, I screwed her out of half of that... so I owe her the money she put down)
Well, next time you are looking for a sad story that will most likely get tons of pity laughs at your next company function, be sure to tell this little diddy of the dumb blonde.
If you are feeling that bad for me, you can donate money to this cause. Just send a check to me, I promise that I will use it to get myself out of the hole! ;o)
Monday night I sat down and calculated all my bills and my monthly income. It sure looked like I could afford this place. I was so excited! Tuesday Ashley went down to the leasing office and put down our deposit to secure our lovely blue townhouse.
Tuesday night we were out celebrating my birthday, the fact that we are moving out in April, and Erin and I going to Disney World on Thursday. We got back to their house and I sat down again and added up my bills, subtracted the total from my monthly income and had a harsh reality check.
"What? How am I coming up with only $85 a month in spending money? What went wrong?" Fear overtook my body and I faught back the tears. Could this be real? Could I have missed a bill the night before? Could I be about $200 off in my calculations?
I drove home in a flurry (after getting stuck in thier driveway!) and ran into my mom's room.
"I have a huge problem!" Probably not the right choice of words to tell your mom, but she got up and I filled her in.
We checked, double checked... triple checked! $85 was the recurring number!
I grabbed the paper from Monday night and was still perplexed by the numbers.
"How did I get that total? Where did that $860 come from? Why am I getting $85 now?"
I looked closer... stared if you will... I thought for sure the paper would catch fire with my intense stare. Then it hit me!
"Oh, you're fucking kidding me? I did not just do that!"
"What? What did you figure out?" my mom asks innocently. (for those out there, I did not say fuck infront of my mother)
"Mom... I reversed 2 numbers! Instead of the correct total being $680, I read it as $860! There is my missing $200!"
My mom and I crunched some numbers and I could move out, if I never wanted to go out to a bar again... never wanted to buy new underwear again... never wanted to feel like I was living on my own!
I called Ashley and filled her in. "Mer, I understand if you don't want the place. Why move out if you are going to be miserable?"
Today I got to work and pondered "Should I just go through it? Sign a year's lease and never be able to drive anywhere other than to work and back?"
I made the phone call and was told that I could back out now... but would not get out $647 security deposit. Great... just fucking great.
So, now I have no new place to move to, I don't even have money to move out. Ashley has graciously agrred to let me go on a payment plan with her. (See, due to my total blonde moment that will most likely be tweeked to a funny chain e mail, I screwed her out of half of that... so I owe her the money she put down)
Well, next time you are looking for a sad story that will most likely get tons of pity laughs at your next company function, be sure to tell this little diddy of the dumb blonde.
If you are feeling that bad for me, you can donate money to this cause. Just send a check to me, I promise that I will use it to get myself out of the hole! ;o)