Whee, real estate!

So I dropped off the new apartment app today, found out that to get the awesome price special, I may have to start the lease in June. So that would be two months with two apartments. What am I, Donald Trump? Actually, it'd be nice to have all that time to move stuff, rather than the usual 36-hour-kamikaze expedition moves usually are- when you got books like I got books, that mess is no joke. Just gotta wait and see if they accept my app, then do the freaky-deaky legal stuff. I'm worried, but I'd be lying if I said I'm not hopeful. :)

Chicken counting

I've been kinda obsessing about the new apartment I'm hoping to get approved for. Worried as anything about my awful credit score, but not enough to keep me from cruising Ikea and Target for stuff I want, some of which we really do need. The new house is just so pretty, so much nicer than the one we've been in for two years- and cheaper, for loads more space- not to mention being ten minutes away so I don't have to learn another bloody confusing neighborhood down here. (How you can start on a road that goes east, never leave that road, and end up going west I will NEVER understand). Anyway, I'm waiting to see what happens with the apartment application. Very tenterhook-y feeling.

Trying to distract myself with plans for the next two weekends- I get to do stepmom-type stuff this week, then family stuff next, both at the FEP I work for. Should be fun.

I went shoppun!

I got me a new swimsuit on a crazy good sale- like over half off. Shouldn't've bought anything this week, but 'oh noes, the sale is ending!!1!!' panic kicked in. And all the others I liked better had sold out in my size, so I had to do it. Sign from God.

Update, a week later: They keep getting the beeeeyoootyful purple suit I really wanted in and out of stock, so I'm gonna return the orange one, try for an exchange, and hope for the best. *crosses fingers*