A bunch of you have asked how the apartment sale is going. It would be nicer if you just made an offer on the place, but I’m not going to give you a hard time about it.
So here are the BIG developments…
We ditched the “Vanilla Citrus Zest” candle and are now trying “Cinnamon Apple.” Thank you to Blognut for frankly commenting that citrus smells tend to call up memories of the air fresheners in public restrooms.
Since I’m currently not selling a urinal, I’ve switched to the allure of cinnamon as recommended by Kristin K. and Chris. If I find out those two are lobbyists for the cinnamon cartel, I’m going to demand they refund my $4.99 Glade candle.
Our neighbors are still letting us bring a bunch of stuff over whenever we show the apartment. Unfortunately, they also have dogs. So far, we’ve lost 2 Elmo plastic cups, 2 pieces of dollhouse furniture, and we had a very close call with a baby doll, all courtesy of the 5th floor canine population.
But honestly, it’s just less stuff we have to bring back to our place.
By the way, what the heck is up with everyone owning a dog in New York City? Do they all think…Yes, I live in 900 square feet. I know! I’ll get a newfoundlander. That will absolutely make the place feel bigger.
Can’t they just find happiness with a cat?
And final apartment update…
Rick and I now get to have conversations like this:
“Honey, can you show the apartment in an hour? A broker wants to bring someone by,” Rick asks.
“IN AN HOUR?!!! How am I supposed to do that? I’m on my way right now to go to the grocery store. We have nothing to eat. There is no preschool this week so I have both girls with me. And Summer has this new thing where she REFUSES to sit in the shopping cart so it won’t be a quick trip. The apartment is a mess. And how am I supposed to get it ready while Dylan and Summer run around like princess-fueled maniacs, pulling out every toy they can find? And seriously, IN AN HOUR? I’m not a god damn superhero!”
“Maybe they could come by a little later in the day?” Rick offers.
“Yeah, sure, that sounds fine.”
mama bird notes:
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