We’ve been having great fun with prank calls to our landlord! Well, actually, I think we might be the ones getting pranked.

“Excuse me, the dryer isnt working.”
We’ll send someone.

“The guy came and said that I was washing things and he’d come back in an hour.”
How long ago was that?
“Yesterday.”

“He came again.”
Yeah? Did he fix it?
“No. He cant move it by himself. The guys who came to fix the dishwasher were supposed to move it for him.”
Did they?
“No. They said they could, but seeing as we have no idea when he’s coming back, and I like to be able to get into the bedroom, I thought it would be better not to put heavy machinery in front of the door.”
Man, you’re picky!

Needless to say, our dryer still needs some work. We DO, however, have a brand!new!dishwasher! Which is nice, because I see no point in using a dishwasher where you have to prewash AND postwash after using it. Seems a little silly.

When they came to install the new one, they needed to get to the circuit box, which we couldnt help them with. The circuit box is in the garage, which we dont have access to, because guy-who-used-to-live-here, who fell off a ladder or something, has his stuff stored there. So, we called the landlord again, and they sent someone out to open it, and we shamelessly went downstairs to see guy’s stuff (2 non running cars. boxes. junk.) while dishwasher guy was messing with circuits.

“Man.” Said landlord minion. “I think we need to report the roach problem.”

There were hundreds of the nasty things. Hanging out underneath my house. Chillling on my front steps. STOPPING BY TO BORROW A CUP OF SUGAR.

I guess they decided that just wasnt near enough.

I was loading the brand new dishwasher. I was rinsing things in the sink when I saw it.

There. In the bottom of one of my bowls, which I may never be able to use again. THE QUEEN MAMA OF ALL ROACHES. Doing her best Ophelia impression in an inch of water.

I MAY NEVER EAT AGAIN.

From a bowl, anyway.

*air plane noises* “Open wide!” *spoon goes into child’s mouth*

*watches in amusement*

*clip clop of horse’s hooves* “Open wide!” *spoon goes into child’s mouth*

*watches in amusement*

*deep throated noise* “Open wide!” *spoon goes into child’s mouth*

“What was that?”

“It was a horse galloping.”

“It was not. The horse galloped just a second ago, and that is NOT what it sounded like.”

“It was a rock monster trolloping.”

“…Trolloping?”

“It’s a female rock lobster.”

“Trolloping?”

“She’s a little slutty.”

Im just..tired. Ive been getting to sleep in the past few days, as Brandus has been getting up with the Dark Lord, and Im still completely WIPED OUT. Its not fair.

We took my car in to the body shop, and the damage really isnt that bad. It’s going to cost the semi’s insurance about $2800 to fix my car, plus the cost of replacing the car seat. the BRAND NEW just out of the box before we left GA car seat. the Britax Marathon that I was so excited about. Which now has to be replaced.

*cries*

Fortunately, the insurance has to cover that too. Now, if i could just get the albee baby website to actually load my shopping cart and let me check out, we would have yet another Marathon on the way.

Other than that, we’re spending entirely too much money on getting stuff we need (ok, so the plasma tv was NOT a need, but i got overruled), stuff Voldemort needs, and a couple of fun things. Like, I have a tomato plant! And a basil plant! And new clothes!

While we were out shopping yesterday, we desperately needed a lunch break. We ended up at Pizza Inn, and omg, it was like being back in college. Right down to the grease, the chocolate chip pizza, and the vending machines full of stickers and temporary tattoos.