Yesterday evening, as N, Mom and I were sitting around the table after dinner, the phone rang. It was our future landlord, owner of the house we fell reluctantly in love with a few weeks ago. He had just talked to my dad (one of our references), thinks we'll be good tenants and I've just mailed him our security deposit. Dad may have worked the ( Read more... )

While I was at work, watching the wet snow and sleet and worrying about our kitchen leaking, our kitchen was really leaking. As in, there's a bucket halfway full of discolored watter sitting on the stove where it is currently catching the drips ( Read more... )