This week we discovered that a charming pair of birds had decided to nest in our dryer vent. This was discovered and rediscovered the half a million times that I walked out the back door only to have birds fly out of the vent, cutting me off, causing hysteric screams for Brandon to "call the landlord!"
Our new tenants also moved in today and we discovered that we are completely unable to find the floor drain for their washer underneath the thick layer of linoleum and cement that some genius decided to put over the spot where the drain should be. A big thanks goes out to that guy/gal, wherever she/he may be.
Ah, the joys of owning a duplex. How many times have I threatened to sell it today? At least a million. if not more. But truthfully, it's a little bit satisfying to work on a project this big with Brandon (who is the true landlord) I'm glad he's a pretty handy guy. He masterfully fished the bird's nest out of the vent with a hanger while I watched supportively, eating mass amounts of Cheetos in between asking him if we could "go yet?". So thankful for that guy. For his patience and hardworking attitude, for his kindness and willingness to help. I am truly the lucky one in this relationship, but I'm pretty sure that's obvious.
Since we are novices at this homeowner business I'm sure we have quite a few more headaches ahead of us. The birds are probably the least of our worries. To tell you the truth, if they would have been lining their nest with dollar bills (or fives, tens, twenties, etc.) I wouldn't have minded them. I would have considered them our littlest tenants. Little freeloaders.