Huz called the jerky landlord last night and, surprisingly, he answered his phone. Huz apologized and told him that things had come up and we weren’t going to be able to rent from him and that we put a stop on the check. Jerk landlord tried to press him for the reason, but Huz just said he wasn’t at liberty to say and how sorry we were to have inconvenienced him. He lectured Huz on how irresponsible we were (blah, blah, blah) and that was it. No yelling. No threats.

Pheeeeeeewwwwwwww. That’s over.

Oh, and I was able once again to come up with a dinner from nothing (okay, nothing is an exaggeration, but when you’ve got nothing purchased for a planned menu it takes creativity does it not?). I forgot to mention that I had some pork frozen for a meal that I wasn’t able to make because the green beans got less-than-fresh too fast, so I used the pork to make a coconut curry. How I love Thai grocery stores where I stock up on 39 cent tins of curry paste and 69 cent cans of oh-so-yummy coconut milk. They better have those in Nashville! Do they?

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