Plum Toe and Sparty's Big Run . . . . .

Lots of goings on.  Lots to share. 

So, as I talked about recent post, we’re apartment hunting.  We finally met with Re/Max Mrs. last Thursday.  Not as cuckoo for cocoa puffs as I thought in person, but still a bit of a nut.  Saw the place and liked it.  Told her we’d probably fill out some applications for it.  Problem was, when we received the apps, there was blank spots and wrong info (for example – the date read October somethingerother, 2008 and the address was wrong).  Nope, not about to sign anything like that.  Then, we received an email Friday morning telling us we had until noon to get the apps in because the owner had another applicant interested.  I don’t deal well with deadlines of this nature.  It’s like if you told Tiger he could only pick one porn-star to sleep with.  Troublesome.  Especially when I still had an uneasy feeling about the whole deal.  In any case, we emailed and said we understood someone else might take it, but we weren’t ready to commit just yet.  Time to mull it over during the weekend, right?

Re/Max Mrs.:  “He said $XXXX (amount lower than before) if you’re still interested”.

Soooo, what happened to the other applicant?  Needless to say, we didn’t take the place.  Didn’t quite add up.

We ended up taking a larger apartment in the place we moved out of a year and a half ago when Step-on-me moved to D.C. to work for a while.  Boy am I relieved that that’s finally done with . . . . . I will not go homeless after all.

Friday was eventful too.  I had another soccer game where I managed to break a toe.

Chicks dig injuries, right?

I’ve been limping around all weekend w/ a plum attached to my foot.  FYI - it's worse than in this photo.

But alas!  To make up for all of that, my Spartans are back in the Final Four for the second straight year!  So, come Saturday at 5:07pm, you all know where I’ll be.  (maybe not, but you can bet there’ll be a TV and tall beer in front of me).

I know, Coach . . . .I can't believe they don't have Labatt's down here in Texas either!

GO GREEN!

I win.

mr. overly competitive


[Side Note:  Can someone tell me why the editing system for blogspot's about as useful as   braille on a drive up ATM?]