I have the best readers in the whole world. The. Whole. World. Really. Your readers might be very, very good, but I have the BEST ones.
You’re right. You’re all right. No guilt. Not my fault. The dude broke into MY place, leaving doors and windows open, leaving me liable for any damage/vandalism/theft that might have arisen from other criminals taking advantage of this fact. And Ryan, well, she made the best point. What if my cats had been there, instead of at Grandma’s house?
Oooooh, I’d like ta…. Lemme at him.
I called the manager again, who said the owner was at Stanford all day having his chemo treatment. I can accept that. I’ll wait. I will talk to the owner. That’s all I really want at this point. I thought about reporting them to the Better Business Bureau, and then I decided to check them out. Turns out my threatening to do that won’t mean much to them, because they already SUCK at the BBB. It teaches me another valuable lesson: Research FIRST, not last.
Anyway. All’s well. All is, in fact, very well. I have the best bathtub in the whole world. This weekend I will finish moving out of the old place and work on unpacking (I still have a lot of that to do, believe it or not). After I do that, I can PAINT, and I’m getting more and more excited about that. I’m going to TSP. I’m going to use joint compound. I think that’s for holes in the wall. Or my knees. I’m not really sure, but I know it’s official sounding. I’m going to cover things with dropcloths just so I can say I did. Oh, yes, I’m dropcloth-ing today. Very different from drop-clothing, you know. Almost as much fun.
We have a ten mile run this Sunday, our last short run before the practice 26 miles the next weekend. Practice. Sheesh. That’s a marathon, people. That’s what I think, anyway. Call it what you want, but even with the word Practice in front of it, it’s freaking me out. And hey! Go congratulate Rebecca for finishing her marathon! Amazing girl! She IS supergirl.
That’s about all I can think of. I’m tired. (Lala’s at my house right now, manning my TiVo without me. And her blog is flirting with mine, I think. That’s adorable.) (See? Mine is flirting back.)
Happy weekend, all! MWAH!
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