After the apartment viewing, SK and I drove up to Petaluma for lunch with a friend. We fantasized what we’d do if we got the apartment. “We could paint the walls plaid and install a corn dog machine…” In the midst of our reverie, the phone rang- it was Linda! I freaked out and immediately hung up on her. She called right back.
“Me and Frank were talking about it and we thought you guys were a really good fit. If you want the apartment, it’s yours.”
They had started showing it to other people, then decided they liked us most. They even turned down a couple who tried to scoop it up by paying $75 more in rent. Frank said, “You can’t buy us!”
We signed a lease the next day. At the signing, Linda was kind enough to point out that I had cream cheese on my sport coat. “Honey, you’re wearin’ your breakfast!” She also showed us pictures on her cell phone, which she said her daughter faxed (read: texted) to her.
I love these people. After signing the lease, we all hugged it out. I asked to take a picture and Linda said, “Okay, but I better not see it on YouTube!” which probably means this blog.
No landlord pics, but here’s a few of our new place: