So, the owners live in the rest of the house? I honestly always liked the half-house apartments I lived in where the owners lived in the other part of the house. That way I *knew* they'd take care of the house/property, and if anything went wrong, they were right there to take care of it.
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So, the owners live in the rest of the house? I honestly always liked the half-house apartments I lived in where the owners lived in the other part of the house. That way I *knew* they'd take care of the house/property, and if anything went wrong, they were right there to take care of it.
Yeah. It's not really a half-house apartment, though -- more like a quarter of the house, or maybe a little less.
Well, "half-house" was really just shorthand for "the part of the house that the owners don't live in and decided to rent out."
Hil, I'm officially envious of your new apartment. But since you deserve nice things, I shall channel the negative energy into thinking smitey thoughts at your ex-advisor.
I honestly always liked the half-house apartments I lived in where the owners lived in the other part of the house. That way I *knew* they'd take care of the house/property, and if anything went wrong, they were right there to take care of it.
This is the situation we have now, and I love it.
The apartment sounds great, Hil.
The screw that holds in the lens in my glasses that let me see close fell out, which means I can't see to put it back in. That hasn't kept me from trying for a frustrating hour.
I just told the dog he should have held out for a better person. I think I'm officially depressed.
Aw, Ginger. There's no better person for your dog than you.
Andi has agreed that I need to post this here.
From a few nights ago when Julia Sweeney tried to kill me while driving home, listening to her tell the story of how she fell into "The Talk" with her then 8-year-old daughter:
Probably NSFW, but really? it should be.
oh. my. goodness. High-Lar-Ious!
Aw, Ginger. There's no better person for your dog than you.
This is very true. I have seen and witnessed this. Mr. Peabody needs you.