Murderer in the Woods Part 2

Empty Spleen: All Vented.

Sore arms, sore legs, sore arse-- I have bruises on top of my bruises from moving in. Add varicose veins, two missing toenails and cellulite and you got yourself some pretty nice gams.

We are not all moved in. We have days and days ahead of us-- more to move, so much more to do before we can even attempt to call ourselves "settled."

We love the house. We love how comfortable we are, how much room we have and the luxury of having storage space. I cannot, for the life of me, even think about moving again next year. I am so not ready to contemplate that notion.

So when I got a call from the woman representing the "OHMYGAWD SIX KIDS" landlord, saying that they *might* be interested in renting to us now-- you know, in this tight renter's market with virtually NO ONE knocking on her door-- I put on my pleasant voice, and let it rip.

"Thank you so much for thinking of us, but we've already found another place. And I wanted to let you be aware, if you could perhaps mention this to (the landlord) I would really appreciate it. I know she had some real reservations about renting to us because of the size of our family. It's such a beautiful house and she was so nice, but I came away with some concern about some of the things she said in our conversation. Particularly, because we have six kids, she wanted to double our security deposit. She also mentioned inspecting our homes prior to accepting our application. I don't think she is aware that requesting these things breaks the anti-discrimination and fair housing laws in the State of California. She is really a nice woman and I would hate for someone to take her remarks in the extreme or out of context."

Let's face it: her comments WERE extreme and there IS no other context. I just needed to politely register my incredulity with someone who would speak to her and let her know how effing inappropriate (and, oh-- ILLEGAL) it is to NOT rent to someone solely based on their family size.

Ahhh, I feel better.

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