Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Holy Camoly!



Is how I want to celebrate my birthday! My favorite blogger, who shares my birthday, AND Franklin?! Holy God. That would be so cool. Maybe I could ship my self UPS to Toronto. I bet I can fit into one of those big dog carriers.

Monday, May 19, 2008

All our bathtub water are brown.


Looks like weak tea in there. So here I sit, flummoxed. It's not stinky, it's not coming out of the kitchen sink faucet. I called the landlord. Here I sit, stinky, with bedhead and morning face. I need to take the darling child to school. My back hurts. Oh, yeah, I got my period, too.

I suppose it's only a matter of time before I become so disgusting that the brown water is cleaner than I am.

Here I sit, waiting for that moment.

UPDATE! This just in, from the landlord. Apparently, someone called "they" must have just "stirred the mains." Huh. Which ultimately means that we should not run anything like the dishwasher or washing machines until we can get the water to run clean in the tub. So, after (over)watering all the plants, I am pouring gallons of water down the drain, looking for the clean. Yeesh.

p.s. still stinky.