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So. Fucking. Happy.

Our housing inspection was this morning, and we breezed through it. I've heard nightmare stories about how nit-picky they can be on cleaning details and maintenance stuff. We (ok, my wife mostly, admittedly) spent the past few days -- and all of last night -- deep cleaning the entire place in preparation. I made sure to pay attention to all of the small things that stand out as first impression stuff, like just wiping down the mailbox outside the door, dusting the baseboards in the rooms, cleaning all of the windows, scrubbing the light switches and fixtures of all the built up grime and smudges, etc.; things you don't see until you see them, ya know? The whole thing took about 15 minutes (I've heard of upwards of 2 hours before); they were more interested in playing with the dogs and guinea pigs than digging through the cabinets and shower drains!

I don't care what or why we got off so easy. Maybe it was all of the work we put into the place. Maybe it was the animals. Maybe they took pity on me hobbling around with a cane (I played that shit up, I shan't lie to you all). Don't care. All I know is that this was the last hurdle we had to clear, and now all we have to do is leave the keys on the counter as we drive off into the sunrise on Sunday with three people, eight guinea pigs, two dogs, and two cars.
 
kann said:
So. Fucking. Happy.

Our housing inspection was this morning, and we breezed through it. I've heard nightmare stories about how nit-picky they can be on cleaning details and maintenance stuff. We (ok, my wife mostly, admittedly) spent the past few days -- and all of last night -- deep cleaning the entire place in preparation. I made sure to pay attention to all of the small things that stand out as first impression stuff, like just wiping down the mailbox outside the door, dusting the baseboards in the rooms, cleaning all of the windows, scrubbing the light switches and fixtures of all the built up grime and smudges, etc.; things you don't see until you see them, ya know? The whole thing took about 15 minutes (I've heard of upwards of 2 hours before); they were more interested in playing with the dogs and guinea pigs than digging through the cabinets and shower drains!

I don't care what or why we got off so easy. Maybe it was all of the work we put into the place. Maybe it was the animals. Maybe they took pity on me hobbling around with a cane (I played that shit up, I shan't lie to you all). Don't care. All I know is that this was the last hurdle we had to clear, and now all we have to do is leave the keys on the counter as we drive off into the sunrise on Sunday with three people, eight guinea pigs, two dogs, and two cars.
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I'm sorry, all I got out of that was 8 Guinea pigs. 😉
Congratulations!
 
kann said:
So. Fucking. Happy.

Our housing inspection was this morning, and we breezed through it. I've heard nightmare stories about how nit-picky they can be on cleaning details and maintenance stuff. We (ok, my wife mostly, admittedly) spent the past few days -- and all of last night -- deep cleaning the entire place in preparation. I made sure to pay attention to all of the small things that stand out as first impression stuff, like just wiping down the mailbox outside the door, dusting the baseboards in the rooms, cleaning all of the windows, scrubbing the light switches and fixtures of all the built up grime and smudges, etc.; things you don't see until you see them, ya know? The whole thing took about 15 minutes (I've heard of upwards of 2 hours before); they were more interested in playing with the dogs and guinea pigs than digging through the cabinets and shower drains!

I don't care what or why we got off so easy. Maybe it was all of the work we put into the place. Maybe it was the animals. Maybe they took pity on me hobbling around with a cane (I played that shit up, I shan't lie to you all). Don't care. All I know is that this was the last hurdle we had to clear, and now all we have to do is leave the keys on the counter as we drive off into the sunrise on Sunday with three people, eight guinea pigs, two dogs, and two cars.
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How much bacon can you get off those 8 pigs?
 
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