SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Okay you guessed it, I'm one happy camper. My wife and I are moved into our new place and today I met my landlord. After talking for a few minutes he basicly gave m permission to do anything to the place I want to do. Repair the fence? Tell him what I need and he'll have it delivered as well as giving me money off from my rent. Repair the windows? (Jalousie windows.) Tell him what I can find for spare parts or what I need to replace them and he'll buy it for me. Re-do the kitchen cabinets? Have a blast. (Can you believe somone painted over Mahogany Cabinets?) Hurricane shutters? Tell him what I want and he'll buy them so I can put them in. He was surprised that I was willing to do any kind of work on the place. I had to explain to him that not only was I used to doing my own work, but I prefered to and actually enjoyed doing the work. (He's never had a tenant like me before.)
It turns out the house was built in 1953, which tells me what kind of construction went into it. It's been here through more than a couple of storms and stood up well. (During the last two hurricanes it lost four shingles.) Man am I going to love this place.
The only fly in the ointment so to speak is my neighbors, a thrity story condo building about a block away. It made my wife slightly nervouse at first about going outside in her birthday suit but I soon got her over that. (If she can't see the people in the building then they can't see her right?) As far as I'm concerned once I get the fence up, if they look and don't like what they see then they shouldn't be looking.
Oh did I mention the nice little back yard? Great place to sit and write in the afternoons while watching my wife sunbathe in the nude for inspiration.
Oh I am one happy fucking camper!
Cat
It turns out the house was built in 1953, which tells me what kind of construction went into it. It's been here through more than a couple of storms and stood up well. (During the last two hurricanes it lost four shingles.) Man am I going to love this place.
The only fly in the ointment so to speak is my neighbors, a thrity story condo building about a block away. It made my wife slightly nervouse at first about going outside in her birthday suit but I soon got her over that. (If she can't see the people in the building then they can't see her right?) As far as I'm concerned once I get the fence up, if they look and don't like what they see then they shouldn't be looking.
Oh did I mention the nice little back yard? Great place to sit and write in the afternoons while watching my wife sunbathe in the nude for inspiration.
Oh I am one happy fucking camper!

Cat