Now entering my third year in our little house in Redondo Beach, things are going pretty well. New roommates Natalie and Sean are working out, and our management company stays out of our hair when we do things like set squirrel traps and slip-n-slides in our front yards (I promise, there will be explanation for this soon).
When you have a constant stream of roommates moving in and out for three years, though, it can give the landlords some paperwork headaches. But at least they've kept a sense of humor about it. The following came to us a few weeks ago, enclosing a bill for a window I'd broken with a lawn-chair (also to be explained later).
It took me a minute to figure out what it meant. For landlords, they have remarkably subtle wit.