Crisis One. I was so prepared. Last night I made the best yams (Maple syrup and brown sugar. Try it!) And I made an awesome cranberry sauce and amazing cranberry pie. Then I peeled the carrots. I cleaned the house and thought, great, everything is so ready for tomorrow! Then the sink freaked out. It started a-bubbling and a-grumbling, next I knew it was spewing bloody carrot carcass back at me for Pete's sake. Now I've got a sad, sad sink of standing water. And here's what makes matters worse.
My landlord thinks I'm a pain in the ass. Okay, put on your Judge Wapner hats. In the time I've been here, there's been two floods. In my apartment. Last year, they told me that they would be working on my bathroom in the month of October. I told them fine, as long as they were out by my due date in December. Suffice to say they WERE IN MY BATHROOM WHEN I CAME BACK WITH THE BABY IN DECEMBER!! Last month my refrigerator started leaking water all over the floor. I hate calling them as much as they hate hearing from me. I think I'm just a tenant. They think I'm a high maintenance. So, they're coming this morning, Thanksgiving morning, to fix it. I hope. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much.
But man, those yams are yummy.
