The Ratings Are In

My mom laughed at our apartment. 

That was not the respect I was hoping for.

Nor is it what I expected from my mom.  She thought our Harlem apartment was very nice, and the Seattle Digs is about a million times bigger, it doesn't smell like pot all day, and I haven't seen one empty dime bag on the sidewalk outside!  I also haven't seen anyone get out of their car and pee.  I'm nothing but impressed by this apartment.

Our first overnight guest, Cousin Shaun of Ellensburg, liked it too, and tells us he is going to show up all the time and crash.  I suspect this is because we brought him doughnuts and coffee in the morning and not because we gave him a borrowed twin sized air mattress (without sheets) to sleep on with a Styrofoam addition taken from the table packaging to accommodate his 6 foot 5 frame.  I also suspect it is because we live in Seattle and not Ellensburg. 

I bet my mom would have been more impressed if we'd had doughnuts waiting for her when she arrived.

Assembled table and new curtains