I dialed the moving frenzy back today. For fun I went to the dentist. Left with a hole in my plastic. Also indulged in a little retail therapy, ordered a cheap, little camera for the trip to Japan. Coal to Newcastle anyone?
Last night we saw a unit in our building. Carlton rejected it because: he didn’t like the parking space and he felt that the HVAC system had not been properly maintained. Earth to Big Guy – you are just renting it.
There is a unit exactly like ours five floors down – the guy wants $1,000 per month above market for it. I actually think that Carlton would spring for it. That way he can tell the movers to “Beam it down, Scotty”. And, for him it wouldn’t be like moving at all.
For me, it doesn’t make any difference, five floors, five blocks, five miles – same amount of trouble.
I refuse to pay $12,000 extra a year so I don’t have to find a new place to put my underdrawers! I’d rather have $12,000 to fly to France and buy French underwear and then maybe come back on the Queen Mary.
Who knew that Carlton’s dislike of change is stronger than his dislike of spending money?
We do agree on one thing, well actually two things: we can not share a bathroom and we can not share a closet. If we try to do either of those things, it will be D I V O R C E time.