I’m too picky when it comes to picking a house to rent. Hubby doesn’t care. If it has a roof and four walls and we can afford it… good.
As for the other stuff… location and how it looks, I care about that. He isn’t about to rent a trash house for $1000 a month but if I’m going to be paying that much for rent, I want something I can feel comfortable in.
Anyways, I was so sleepy today I didn’t get anything done. Not the short story, not the articles… not anything. I hate that. It just means I HAVE to get up early tomorrow and work my bum off to get every thing done. Not to mention writing a couple of book reviews AND doing some editing for some short stories and my novels.
Busy life.
As much as I hate it, I can’t wait to move again. Hubby wants this to be the last move for at least a year. He wants to sign a year lease just to make sure we won’t move… I don’t want to move again for a long time either. Not until we find a house we wish to buy and buy it.
What wouldn’t we give for a house we don’t have to move from eventually. 
