Cell Phone's Vacation
My cell phone went on a vacation without me. I figured it was just somewhere dead in the house and when we were finished with painting the crap room blue I'd find it. Nope. It went to Kentucky. I think it had too much fun. Now it's back, but it won't take a charge:(
Poor cute little green cell phone.
I will get you a new battery today.
I. Am. So. Mad. I. Could. Scream.
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And just to complete my little whineasode from last time:
Cut to the morning of December 19th. It's 6:15 in the a.m. Meg stumbles down the narrow and perilous stairs, wearing her (very cute and favorite) sock monkey slippers.
Sound effect: SLOSH.
Meg: ARGGH!
David (sleepily and sure his wife is stressing about something in Lansing): Wha...?
Meg: (incoherent and possibly profane mumbling)
David: What?
Eventually Dave rolled out of bed and came downstairs to find me desperately sopping up water from the bathroom floor, the hallway, the spare bedroom and the dining room. He helped. The toilet had started to run backward during the night due to our interesting plumbing issues. This resulted in gallons of clean (well, it looked like clean) water running out of it all over the wood floors. At least we don't have carpets and the floor vents emptied lots of it into the basement where it completely soaked the English 10B curriculum, the Drama pull box and the wrapping paper. Eh, it makes for good motivation to throw things out.
Now if the %$#!%^@W^& @*^@#^&@* @*^#@&^% mortgage company (currently known as WTF rather than WF around our house) and former tenants would just move out of our lives....Hey, at least the new owners have the keys.
