Ok... it's more like Condo / Apartment Hunters, but still. This shit is hard. I find myself saying things that I yell at my tv for when I watch HGTV. Here is the thing though, when it comes to sticking to a budget. I get it now. Doing the math on the difference of 200/mo, it's a lot when you add it up!
Tired of being broke. Anyway, this past week and a half Brad and I have been checking out a few places, because our lease is up in October and we would like to be in a two bedroom. Need more closet space for our Nikes. We viewed a condo that I am a big fan of and we have one other place to check out tomorrow night. Hopefully we will have this all figured out soon, because it stresses me out. The idea of looking for a new place seems really cool at first, until I remember I can hardly decide what I want to make for dinner, let alone make a big decision like where we should live. I dread the day I actually buy a home.
I also have a story to tell you about our apartment hunting. It's probably not blog appropriate, but I am going to tell it anyway, because it's so funny. (heads up: if you don't find poop funny, you might want to quit reading)....
On Sunday, Brad and I were on our 3rd apartment complex tour of the day and we were both tired of the apartment hunting. The complex itself looked pretty nice, but it was really annoying because they did not have any apartments to actually show us. Red flag number 1.
The lady basically tells us that their policy is they do not show apartments until they are move in ready, which essentially means you would see them the day you move in. Uh no thanks. Red flag number 2.
After our pointless meeting we decide to walk around the complex a little bit. We head over to the pool area that is fillllllled with children running around unsupervised being
idiots wild. Red flag number 3.
This is where the story starts to get good. We stop at the restrooms before we head out.... After Brad comes out of the restroom he is so distraught. Dry heaving and gagging, just so upset. I ask him what's wrong. His answer: I just stepped in poop...... HUMAN POOP!
I start dying. Can't control my laughter. He is trying to find grass to wipe his shoe off or a lighter to burn the shoe. I am still dying from laughter.
Needless to say our experience there was ruined and even if we had fallen in love with an apartment there, we would not be getting it because Brad is scarred for life.
Naturally Monday I spent all day sending him photos like this, and this, and this. I am a great girlfriend.
*Also, for the record, I do not feel bad sharing this story since he updated his facebook status to tell people he stepped in people poop, so sharing it on the blog is fair game.*
Cheers to poop?!