boring sunday morning.
Our landlord stopped by yesterday with a notice that he is increasing the rent.
So I wouldn't sign off on it until he agreed to fix the stairs and change the carpet and fix the enormous hole in the yard.
But he still managed to leave without promising to do anything about it.
He's a slippery individual our landlord.
I'm standing there looking at him not meeting my eyes, in his playboy yachtie clothes and his expensive moccasins, thinking 'why the hell am I paying for his nice wardrobe?'
Time for a new strategy, I think.
In other domestic news, our grandchild cried all weekend apparently.
he he he he he he he....
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