Tomorrow is my birthday. Janell is planning some kind of a surprise for me. Today our landlord was supposed to come around and make our drain work. I guess it's not normal to have water up to your knees while you're showering. When we got home at 10:30 this evening to discover that the lord never came to the house, Janell was sad. I am putting it mildly. OK, she was really pissed and almost drove over to his house and called him out onto the street for a beatdown.
That's my girl.
For some reason my birthday really hinges on being able to take a shower without all that extra water like we normally have in our tub. I can't figure out why it sucked so much that he didn't show. I guess it just wouldn't have been good for him to come around and fix the drain tomorrow when he's picking up the rent before his vacation. He takes lots of vacations. Anyway, I stepped in and saved my birthday by rolling up my sleeves, googling "tub drain" and getting out my trusty screw driver and Pathmark brand liquid drain cleaner. Forty-five minutes later I got a kiss for a job well done. Crisis avoided - no unwelcome visitors will enter our flat at any time tomorrow... that is unless we get robbed, which would suck to have happen on your birthday. Potential robbers, please stay away tomorrow, apparently the lady of this house does not need your shenanigans and petty B&E BS tomorrow. I saw how angry she can get when a retired hippie does not keep his word; I would hate to see what she could do to you. This is not an invitation to a challenge, it's a plea for peace. The do not disturb sign is hung on the door. The guard cats have not tasted blood for months and they cry out to the force of night to have their whiskers stained pink once more before the groundhog makes his appearance. You cant say I didn't warn you.