At the very last minute, we decided to head up to Boston this weekend to see an apartment that seems too good to be true. It's a great deal, in a super cute neighborhood, available when we need it, and cute as a button. It can't possibly be that perfect, right? We must be gluttons for apartment shopping punishment. Still, maybe you could cross a finger or two for us?
Since we decided to go late last night, I acted like a crazy lady and crammed all my weekend chores into a forty-five minute time slot this morning before I left for work. Changed the sheets, took care of trash and recycling, swiffered the floors and even scrubbed the bathtub. Somebody bring this lady a mimosa (Or arrange for a pronto appointment with the O.C.D. police? Hmm.).
Wishing you all a very happy Friday the 13th!