PLACE THAT I WANTED!
A moment to rejoice.
That's me. On the phone with the Owner/Landlord person. He doesn't know that I'm pooping my pants with happiness over here.
Yeah. I said Pooping My Pants. What you got to say about it?
Instead he hears:
"Yes, sir. Signing the Lease tomorrow would be great."
When in fact I'm silently screaming to my computer:
"HOT DAMN! HOT DAMN! HOT DAMN!"
Yes, that's right. In moments of jubilation I say "Hot Damn." You gotta problem with the phrase "Hot Damn?"
That's what I thought.
Now excuse me as I think about what color to paint the living room.