The landlord surfaces!
But only after he became the impetus for a spousal argument. Sigh.
And he reminded me that the contract says we pay the first $75 of any repairs - so, you know, a classic d’oh! moment, since I knew this already (but had forgotten). Of course, my husband, who also read the contract (and better than I ever do), also seemed to have forgotten this when he snapped at me to get over it already, so there’s plenty of d’oh! to go around.
He is a good kid - our landlord, that is. But he’s busy, young, and gets sidetracked, and I’m generally anxious, terrible at anything even remotely approaching ‘confrontation’, and otherwise weird about very small, insignificant matters. Which drives my husband - who is not without fault - batty.
It’s been a long morning. :p
