tin roof… rusted

Last night we went to our landlord’s place to sign the new lease. We drank wine, ate pizzelles, cheese, crackers, olives, and cookies and convinced them to remove the horrible smelling dead thing under the house before we move in. I played with the cutest softest bunny I’ve ever met, and she kept hopping up to me to lick my arm. They blasted “Love Shack” and danced. And this is why I enjoy having John and Pauline as landlords.