Pick, pick, pick

That is how I feel most of the time when I run into my "landlord". There is always something that I have done, that is not necessarily wrong, but here it is picked apart. Today the latest was my bbq and how it shouldn't be on the green in front of my apartment, because it might burn a hole through it, but it shouldn't be on the concrete either, because someone might run into and get burned. I shy away from walking by him because there always seems to be something. I am excited that his wife, the real landlord, and him will be going on vacation at the end of this month for a month. Yeah!!! What kind of trouble I am going to get into with them gone....oooooh! One good thing that I found out when I talked with the "landlord" was that the pool is going to be open until the 20th and if it stays warm they will leave it open until they get back from vaca. That is the best!!