No Smoking Allowed. Woe is Me.

Posted by kim on July 31, 2006

I signed the papers to sell my house today. I have to be out by 8/23. I had asked my dad if I could stay with him for a month or so until my new house is ready while he was at the bar Friday (and after I offered to buy him a beer). He was with his friends, so, sure it was all okay.

Well, today he stops by and suggests maybe I should rent an apartment, as he doesn’t have room for all of us. I reiterated that it would only be me and my youngest, and I don’t want to rent somewhere for just a month (if there is even a place available). Then he says my old bedroom is infested with mice. I HATE MICE. The little devils scare me to death.

Great. I really will be homeless. I think I need a cigarette to relieve some stress, and I don’t even smoke. Which makes me think of another trait I’m looking for in a man: Non-Smoker. Social smoker is okay, but there is no smoking allowed in my house.