When we went to view the house, there were three other couples. We dressed cute, and we printed out our work and rental history, and we thought we had a chance. But as we pulled up to the house, our hopes were dashed. A well-dressed but homely pregnant woman got out of the car. "Damn it," I told Ryan. "Pregnant women beat babies for cuteness."
To top it all off, all of the others viewing the house were doctors with children who probably made more money than us and had excellent credit. AND, they all knew each other from school. Ryan did his best to work the landlady over, making Ben wave at her and letting her touch his downy head. But, alas, when we left we felt defeated.
We loved the house. It was beautiful and charming and had an ample backyard and custom cabinetry. But we didn't think we had a chance. The other couples seemed to think the place was just okay. They were going to rent it to someone who didn't even appreciate it. When I mentioned this to my mother-in-law Mary, she suggested I call the landlady and tell her how great the house was. And so I did.
She called back a couple of hours later, and said the house was ours. We signed the lease the day before yesterday. So listen here doctors: You may have more money than us, and therefore your lives may be less stressful, but we're cuter and nicer than you are. And that is why the house is ours. The house is ours!! Hooray!!!
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Nobody wants to rent a house to someone who thinks it is just Okay. Landladies want someone to love the place and make it their own in many ways.
Now baby Ben can start crawling all over the place. Look how well he's doing with his car!
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