So this past week my husband learned that his best friend was being kicked out of his current living quarters to make room for another tenant. So of course being the ever-loving and wonderfully charitable man that he is. He told this friend that he could move into our spare bedroom (you know the one that I put all of our random possessions in, affectionately call ‘the island of misfit toys’). So my initial thought was “Heck NO!” I mean we just moved away from his parents house so we could have our privacy and now he wants to bring another GUY to live in our house INDEFINITELY But, he kept telling me “it’s the right thing to do” so of course I caved and he is moving in as soon as we get approval from our landlord.
And I had to break down and tell my mother (bracing myself for the storm of disapproval) not that I was necessarily scared…. I mean my mom was always the cool mom that let us do whatever we wanted as long as it wasn’t illegal or immoral. But she does have a way of letting us know of her ever-so-humble-opinion (which I guess is where I get my voice from) and lets just say I am all nervous again. I know K is a good guy, he’s clean, friendly, he has the same values as Doc and I so we know he wont have strange girls sleeping over, and he really has had a hard time lately. So in the end I think this will be a good thing. after all he’ll pay a third of the rent and utilities and possibly let me borrow his car (Doc and I are still sharing hence the awesome chance to save up for a car) every once in a while so we actually have food around to eat. So I’ve decided to be okay with this and just roll with the punches, not excited by any means but okay.
On a side note, the manager at our apartment complex asked me to apply for the assistant manager position. Which means I don’t have to go job hunting after the school year is over (which is in 21 days…. but who’s counting).
Thanks for reading,