Gotcha, vw.
I would warn you on the inspection thing - how do you know they didn't inspect? I find it very hard to believe they didn't set foot in the apartment between tenants - whether they inspected or not, if you all didn't record or object to any damages, that's unlikely to fall out in your favor. Not that you know yet whether they are planning to claim damages in the first place.
Also, the interest on a security deposit is likely to be very, very tiny, so even at triple you're probably talking lunch money.
Not to be warning you off or anythings, it's just that you have so many significant issues I would try to avoid getting bogged down in this one before you even see how they'll behave as far as returning the security goes.
Good luck, vw!!
yay, juliana! Happy happies!
Baby Dedications: I grew up with a tradition of baby dedications. It's a church ritual where the parents, family and church family all dedicate to be there for the child and raise the child in a Christian home. It's a churchy community thing. Very much it takes a village church to raise a healthy, happy, Christian child.
Never are there post-dedication celebrations, except the family/extended family going out for lunch together after church. Particularly since grandparents/aunts/uncles/counsins/etc. often come in from out of town for the church ceremony. But, it's not a present occassion.
Since Joe and I aren't religious in any sense of the word, we had a blessing down on the beach in Santa Monica. We each had a balloon and we all made our wish for her and then released the balloons. And then we all went to dinner at Gladstone's.
Go Tiggers!
and I will sue them into 2010. BRING IT.
(visualizes the Super!Lawyer!Vortex! t-shirt at Café Press)
I just took a look at the how to chop an onion instructions. It includes slicing with the knife blade horizontal. Not happening with any knife in my hands. I will have to continue in my incompetent onion chopping ways.
Right there with you. Perpedicular choppers unite!
(Waves at Beverly) Nice to see your pixels again. Hope today is going well for you.
In Me-Related News: I am going to go pick up a Big New Bookshelf today and put it in my living room across from the Wall of Books. Half price furniture from St. Vincent's is my lucky day! It's heavy and tall and walnutty and every other shelf is adjustable. I will shelve all my history-related books in it and it will be wonderful.
My family doesn't have baby showers because we don't like to celebrate before a baby is born, so the Christening tends to be the big party event where family and friends bring gifts. With the family friends that have had baby showers, the Christening has tended to be more for immediate family and the closest of friends. Those who did bring gifts to both tended to bring a big gift to the shower and a smaller gift, like an outfit for the baby to the Christening.
Good luck, vw!
Their tops are made out of rubber!
Their bottoms are made out springs!
One evening, my friend Nikki and I were wandering around Union Square singing the Tigger Song at the top of our lungs. Other than a couple people joining in, we didn't get noticed. Love. This. City.
I have no opinion on baby dedications/christenings, except to note that ZenKitty's coworker seems to be a greedy, present-hogging bitca.
{{{{Cashmere}}}} It'll be over soon, I promise. He'll be a sullen, whiny teenager before you know it! (No, seriously, I'm sure he'll be very sweet and amazingly protective of Olivia.)
They're bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy funfunfunfunfun!
The most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one! IIIIIIII'm the only one!!
They're bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy funfunfunfunfun!
The most wonderful thing about Tiggers is
I'm the only one! IIIIIIII'm the only one!!
Wow, that felt sorta like a cup of coffee. I'll feel tigger-ish in a few, just give me a couple hours. Feeling rather unbounced just now.
