For a brief shining few moments I thought I had a plan to get us out of this apartment, which we used to love and now wish to depart. The solution just isn’t going to work, however, and when the other options are “go month to month for a whole lot more money” or “suck it up for another year of dealing with this clown-car operation for only slightly more money,” well.
Guess I’m gonna get used to the sight of floppy shoes and red-ball noses, ’cause it looks like we’re re-upping that lease to save money.
