Thank you for giving me a new apartment. I have already used the washer and dryer. I have enjoyed rearranging the furniture and kitchen to my liking again. I think that by the third apartment I should have everything just about perfect.
I have a few complaints. That key you gave me? It didn't work. And my internet code was changed this morning, and nobody told me the new one until I called and asked. I had to call myself on my cell phone to find out what my new phone number is.
But what has really been the most annoying is when I called Sarah Indian and tried to find out where my food is, an hour after I ordered it. When I found out that the delivery driver had waited fifteen minutes while calling repeatedly, I called with my cell phone and the number was busy, repeatedly.
It is now 6:30, 30 minutes after my 16 month-old's bedtime, and I have no dinner. The delivery driver should be here in about 15 minutes to make the delivery, again. I gave them my cell phone number this time. Hopefully my children haven't destroyed your brand-new apartment while waiting for their dinner.
P.S. I am sure that white suede chair bottoms look very nice in your promotional photos, but they are on a collision course for disaster with my children. Perhaps for the studios?