landlords

so, the landlords came over yesterday. they saw that there was baby stuff in the room and the wife was all "is there a baby living here?" and i said, "well there's going to be" and she's like "we are your landlords... when were you going to tell us?" i said, "i'm due in march" that seemed to calm her down. the husband said, "children are allowed to live here" i dunno, it just hadn't occurred to me that we had to ask them if it was okay. we told them the bathroom door sometimes doesn't want to open so the guy shuts it and then we can't get it open at all! that was a huge scene of everyone trying to get it open. at least it distracted them from the cat who i'd shut in the closet and it was scratching at the closet door and poking its paw out from under the door. sheesh. it was like having parents come over and examine your life. but they brought us a tin of butter cookies.