I've been so stressed out this week. First, my credit card company offers your credit score when you manage your account online. It shows you the past year your monthly score, and derogatory hits. I have been so happy to raise my score 100 points in a year by meticulously paying things on time, and paying over my limits. I set up most of my accounts to automatically pay from my bank account too, which helps.
Well, my score dropped 4 points. How? Fucked if I know, thats the problem with tracking your credit score. I think it's easier to just find out once a year. Then you don't know this shit happens. I'm pretty pissed off about it.
On top of that, Tayray called me Monday afternoon, to ask if I got my mail. I usually don't because it's a long haul to the mail box. The landlord was coming Tuesday with an appraiser to look at our apartments. If you ask me, this can only be bad. First, I'm only suppose to have 2 cats and a dog. second, I have two more cats and two rabbits. Plus, a 4ft tall by 5 foot wide by 3 feet deep rabbit condominium that I can't disassemble in less than an hour. Fuck.
And the plan was always to take some pets over to Tayray's if the landlord came. Well, I couldn't do that, cus we were all having an appraisal. I stressed about it for two days straight. I asked CP if he would come out and take 2 cats in the carrier in his car to help me out. That was asking too much, because he was TIRED and taking a half hour out of his time was just too much. Asshole. So, I spent Monday night, picking up every trace of rabbits.
When the time came, I was frantic, and shaking. I took my bunnies out of their condo in their carrier, stuck them in my car in the garage, and covered their condo with a comforter. Shrouded in cloth, it looked sorta like an entertainment center. Then I had to evaluate the cats' personalities. My "precious" is the most docile (and adorable..shhhh) so when the landlady came a knockin, I shoved her in my closet. I put Pickachu under the bed because he is a scaredy cat, and I knew he wouldn't come out. That left Fozzie, and Tai free to roam about. Plus, I think they are the ones I disclosed on my lease. Oh...and the dog.
Turned out to be pretty painless. The landlord asked how I liked it in my apartment, and if I had any problems. Said what a beautiful cat Fozzie was, and how cute the dog was in her Old Navy jacket. The appraiser was pretty quick, but he took pictures. I'm guessing our rent is going to be increasing, or she is selling the property. Either one can be a bad thing. It's near impossible to find an affordable place to live with a dog. Not that my place is very affordable, but it's home.
All in all we survived the invasion, and went back to living our normal lives. I sure can't wait to own my own place and not have to do that bullshit again.