To Yard or Not to Yard
the coffee is good today. also, after just missing it many times, i finally got to ride on the vintage 1912 SF streetcar. inside, it's all varnished wood. the seats are covered in woven wicker.
woven wicker! man. that's class.
there are also sliding doors inside to seperate the car into three different compartments. one for the elite, one for the secretaries, and the one in the rear for the CFOs. no no. of course i'm kidding. the CFOs ride on the roof.
i know. you're reading this and saying to yourself, "what is that smell?" (got you, right! hah. you are SO embarrassed now!) or maybe, "what does this have to do with yards?"
well, i'll tell you. it seems like our just begun house search may already be over 'cause mr. weiner dog asked us to come back tonight with our checkbooks.
za-wing! shazam!
thing is, now we have to actually either write checks or pass on a near-perfect place in the hopes of a perfect place. if it was late august, say, we'd grab it but the fact that it's just EARLY august makes us consider being cocky.
oh! what to do what to do! aunty 'em it's a twister!
the other piece of hooptie is that we're seeing what sounds like an ab-fab garden apartment just a block from dolores park tonight BEFORE checkbook time.
wait. scratch that. now the garden apartment isn't available until october (she just called) but we have an appointment to see this other place that could be great at 6:00 and madhavi's stressed about kaya and the weiner dogs getting along...
deep breath. oooohhhhmmmmmmmmmm.
magic 8-ball, what should i do?
if it's really right you'll know it. you'll see it and love it, and there will be no hand-wringing and "what if's". you'll love it and not want to leave.
think of all the comic relief it will provide for your blogg. do it for us, xz!
you cannot resist the magic wiener dogs. now get over there with your checkbook, dammit!
all signs point to weiner dogs.
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