He signed the lease on his ridiculously expensive apartment and spent the there night last night.
I got a call from him about 10:30pm, and it went something like this:
T: I got in and everything looks great. They got my accent wall painted a nice rust red color. You'll really like it. You and the kids will have to come up this weekend and I'll give you the tour.
Me: That's great.
T: Chloe's room is huge. She has her own bathroom and a big closet.
Me: That's great.
T: I haven't really unpacked much, cause I don't have any furniture yet.
Me: I know. Did you get you air mattress set up?
T: *long pause* It's a camping mattress.
Me: I know. You told me that. It came with an air pump right? You can use that to inflate it.
T: *yet another long pause* The air pump has to charge for 12 hours before it will work.
Me: *long pause to stifle laughter* So, you can't inflate the mattress?
T: No, not until tomorrow morning.
Me: Well, they say that the floor is good for your back.
Can I get a Karma Whoop Whoop?
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