So, this afternoon, I get an email from my landlord that says we need to talk. Something about circumstances changing blah blah blah…

Background: We began renting this house in November of last year. The owners were moving to Corvallis for the husband’s new teaching job. The house in Corvallis didn’t work out so at the end of the year, they moved back to Eugene. The teaching job didn’t work out either. They were living with a friend and guess what? Wifey is preganant (second child). So, jobless, homeless and preggo, they send us a nice little “lets talk” email. I am sure you see where this is going…

So, the landlords come over and tell us that they need the house back as of September 1, 2008. 25 days from today. grrrrreeeeaaattt. I mean sure, I can say hell no! We have a lease until November! But that would put a pregnant woman and a three year old out on the mean streets of Eugene. That isn’t cool. So I smile a grin and bear it. Praying that somehow I will find a place and be able to move, like, no!

So! We find a place. Less than six hours later. We love it, he likes us. Lets hope it works out (fingers crossed)