sad stories

i must admit.... the thought of renting a house - especially a furnished one - makes me hyperventilate :|  just looking at the pictures online, i am dying to get in there and get rid of light-blocking walls and have Good Will pick up all the sad furniture and rip up ugly carpets... and i am sure all these things are illegal in a stranger's home ;) 

also all the sob stories from people renting are just riveting - we had the usual missionaries who need the money wired to them in a third world country in exchange for the keys ;)  apparently the pastor's mother who was showing the house was tragically killed - so sad!  and then there is a very nice man whose Russian bride fled back to her homeland and now he's stuck with her (very expensive, but much depreciated) dream home ... i want to feel sorry for him, i do - but i bet he was horrible to live with if things were sooooo bad that she left Cape Cod :| and i bet he has cameras everywhere.... he seems the shifty type ;)  also he doesn't seem to LOVE cats the way i do... and a general rule of thumb is that non-cat people are pretty much always horrible ;)

the first house with the smitten landlady seems the best, but 7.7 miles to Trader Joe's really is a little bit too far - am i too picky...?  also i don't like the street name.... i want to say i live on Sail A Way so bad!!! why did i have to see that street name??!!!

off to walk up to Target - that's another essential: walking distance to Target ;)