Landlord Files II

 

Came home on Valentine's Day to a note taped to my door. "A secret admirer!" was my first thought.

Nope, just the landlord.

Yes, his dad is the REAL landlord. As in, I think he's the one that owns the house since I write the checks out to him. It takes him a month to cash the checks normally, so this was really torture.

A friend also told me this looked like "serial killer handwriting" when I showed the note to her, so there's that. She also thinks he keeps his girlfriend chained up in his apartment which is why no one ever sees her. But that's another story.

 

Last Week

Last week was an ass kicker. Meetings all day every day at work. We're reorganizing our department AGAIN, and man is it exhausting.

By the time the weekend rolled around I felt like I'd been run over by a truck and all I wanted to do was be a vegetable. Which is exactly what I did. Luckily the weather cooperated and it was snowy and windy and cold and perfect for staying in the house all weekend and not putting on real pants.

Sometimes you just need to hibernate, you know?

This week has been quieter luckily. Today I'm feeling pretty exhausted though, and the only cure is flannel, a comfy couch, and sleepy time tea.

I think I really just want spring.

Happy Valentine's Day!

xoxo