First weekend rental house shopping in Tampa suburbs:
I have two new best friends in Tampa (they don’t know).
We stayed in a (not old) hotel with a haunted TV and lamp.
We met a guy apparently running a scam. He blatantly lied to us about stupid stuff so we certainly aren’t doing business with him about serious stuff. Frank, where are the garage lights in the photo?? 🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️
This house has Potemkin windows. There is not a second floor. Or an attic. I’m angrier about this architectural design than I ought to be. Also, no, there are not vaulted ceilings either.
THE OUTSIDE DOESNT MATCH THE INSIDE.
We found a mysterious “station” like from the TV show Lost. I’d’ve taken a photo but it was a nondescript building, … surrounded by a large stone wall… in the middle of a nice subdivision. (Probably a water pump or something to keep the neighborhood turning back into a swamp, says my son-in-law)
I want the house that has an obelisk in the cul de sac.
A busy weekend with my honey, with lots of figuring out our future, then ending with BBQ is always a good weekend.
We visited new places. And dreamed many dreams.
Whether we “accomplished” anything or not. 😀😆😘
also my daughter gave me a kiwi scarf:
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