Movin' On Up

Lazlo and I gave our 30 day notice a few days ago. We're waiting to hear back from the leasing guy about the apartment we'd like to move into. We realized, after doing a walk through of this new apartment, that since we've been married we've lived in a progressively uglier house or apartment each year. This new place, if we get it, definitely fits the pattern:

- A wall of glass brick
- Thick brown carpet throughout the house, thin gray linoleum in the kitchen
- A staircase in the kitchen closet that goes nowhere
- Cinderblock walls
- A secret third bedroom accessible only through the closet of the second bedroom (very Anne Frank)
- A washing machine in the kitchen and a dryer in the bathroom
- A door in the main bedroom that leads directly into an alley on the side of the building
- You have to walk through the garage to get to the front door.
- A tiny triangular tuquoise tiled shower with a fold-down wooden seat
- The windows are all above eye level, giving the whole thing the feel of a basement, even though it's on the ground floor.

Here's why we want it:

- Secret third bedroom! Now we can finally have another baby!
- Washer and Dryer. WASHER AND DRYER.
- We can get our beloved bitch Ramona back.
- And thanks to the exterior door in the bedroom, we can let her out to pee without getting out of bed.
- The complex has three other apartments, and none of them house a family with seven little boys.
- I've always wanted that -80's cafeteria- feel glass brick can give a place.
- With the extra space, I will hopefully stop running into the coffee table all the time.
- We'd be a lot closer to In-N-Out.