Monday, March 7, 2011

well, i never.

I never saw Lemony Snicket's: A Series of Unfortunate Events, but if I had, the plot would've probably gone something like this:

Scene 1: {Wife is getting ready for photoshoot, and, with rollers in her hair, steps into the bedroom}
Wife: "BRRRRRRAAAAANNNNDDDDOOOOONNNN!!!!!!!!! Come here. NOW."
Husband: "Brittany, what?"
Wife points at huge trail of ants on the wall.
Wife: "What. The. Crap."
Husband moves furniture in front of said ant wall.
Husband: "Holy crap. That's a freaking infestation."
Wife: {Sobbing because her house is always freakishly clean} "Seriously!? That is so gross! Now I'm all itchy."

Husband then calls apartment complex and asks for maintenance to come take care of the problem. Apparently, said apartment complex doesn't think it's too huge of a problem, so they convienently don't come to said apartment. Husband and wife make late-night trek to Target for Raid and ant traps.

Scene 2: {Monday morning, 6:30 a.m. Wife goes to take a shower.}
Wife: "Um, we have no hot water." {Wife exits shower and runs across apartment to husband's shower, thinking it might have more hot water. It doesn't. Wife proceeds to take freezing cold shower.}
Husband: "Yeah, this sucks. Call the complex again."
Wife: "Okay." {Wife walks back into bedroom.}
Wife: "BRANDON! THE ANTS ARE BACK!"
{Wife proceeds to call complex...again...who tells her that the maintenance department doesn't make scheduled calls. They visit homes "when they have time." Wife flips her lid.}

...and scene.

If you hadn't gathered by now, this has been our last 24 hours. My brain is playing mind tricks on me with these ants and I'm constantly scratching my body. In addition to our hellacious birds and the 2 a.m. Wii-playing college boys upstairs, we now have ants and no hot water. I can't wait to get our house.

2:30 p.m. update: I think I need to go back to bed and have a redo of this day. Why, you may ask? Because my stupid self took two Excedrin (because of my pounding 9 a.m. headache) on an empty stomach. And then I proceeded to get sick in the bathroom at work. Gross, I know. And a total overshare. But seriously? I hate getting sick in public places. It's like I need to say "sorry" when it's all said and done. So, work people, sorry.

1 comment:

  1. Booo sorry about the terrible horrible no good day! And the ants. Ick. That would gross me out too. Poor thing!

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