so i’m going to ask a.m. if we can move into the victorian house today.
i think all of my reasons are incredibly valid.
kelly’s lived in the house for over two years and has done nothing but halfway tear up the nasty old carpet, prime one hallway and halfprime another, and then let her dogs piss and shit all over everything.
i can absolutely have the front parlor room done in two weeks, tops.
nancy, the first person who lived there after a.m. bought it, can move back in with me for a while, as she’s recuperating from a major arm breaking and lives alone currently.
and i can pay for pretty much all of the supplies, and can do all of the work by myself. i have experience in house renovation, yo.
i’m just so scared he’ll say no. because i honestly don’t know what i’ll do if he says no.
