So Sunday my landlord calls me. She wants to know if they've fixed the stove yet. I tell her not yet, because even though she told me last week that they were authorized to fix it they haven't called yet. Then she tells me the news. Her daughter is pregnant. She needs the house.
My house.
She's due in March. Looks like I'm homeless again. I sobbed most of the day. And then I went to get my alterations done for the wedding and on the way home I hit a raccoon. And it messed up my bumper.
How was your weekend?
3 comments:
How awful! Even though I've never been to your house, I love it and it's a shame you have to move.
I'd be sobbing too! That house is adorable.
visiting from michele's
Oh honey, I'm so sorry! You and Christen can come live with me in DE if you want! I'm sorry about the raccoon, too, baby.
Let me know if there is anything else I can do to help, FP.
Hugs!
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