The Landlord is running out of land….
I rent a modest 560 sq foot apartment from a curmudgeon of a Landlord. Essentially, this cantankerous landlord would make Marge Schott seem like Captain Sullenberger. So, the crux of the matter is when the encroachment onto my space will end? First, how many pieces of plastic crud can one buy—pink flamingos, crystal lawn ornaments, ducks with ponchos. Enough!! It looks like the landlord fasted for 2 weeks, went into Linens and Things, and devoured everything in sight and came back and threw it all up on my rented space. I wish i could write more but I am fearful that Im even running out of space on this blog because of my landlords recent acquistions at Piggily Wiggily. How rudeeeeee!!! (in my best Stephanie Tanner voice)
