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Move In Ready {MY ASS}

Well I'm not quite certain what makes a unit "move in ready," but in my mind, it's always meant that things were nice, maintained, and you could literally just move in.  It's March 6th.  Our lease isn't until up until 12am on April 1.  So I'm a little offended that people want our unit to be "move in ready" in the sense that they want to see basically just the bones of the place.  Listen up, that's not the way we do things around here.  Alright?  We halfheartedly pack and leave the boxes in the guest bedroom because we rarely use the space.  I'll be honest, there is a bunch of crap on top of the kitchen cabinets that I should probably be packing right now to make the place more "show-able," but I've had a long day of reading and drinking coffee and napping.  Plus, Porch is the one who volunteered to do that task.  And if we're being perfectly honest?  I can't reach that high on my own.

So yeah, I'm a little annoyed that we're expected to have already packed up our shit and be ready to show the place at the drop of a dime, but I understand.  I mean, I do watch a lot of House Hunters; I know what people are looking for.  Can't they just be thankful that I dusted?  That I made my bed?!?!

Ugh.

There are little things I'm going to miss about this place, including my quote in the entry way.  Now that I think about it, I should probably take it down because it shows my personality.  I'll have to bust out the Cricut when we get into the new place and make another one or something.  Sad.  We've had this quote since we moved in together in 2009.  That's love.  Like how this caption is a paragraph and not really a 'caption' at all?  Me too.

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  1. UnknownMarch 6, 2012 at 9:30 PM

    I actually really DO like your paragraph of a caption!

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