Paparazzi

There is really no significant relation between the title post and the actual post. I just happen to be listening to Lady Gaga at the moment.

Moving on.

Last night, my toilet overflowed and flooded all throughout the house and all the way down to the kitchen*. The water level was fairly high, too. The rugs were soaked through, my bathroom floor was a mini lake, and Maddie was going to arrive within the hour. Hmmm... a worthy opponent to life's challenges. Basically, my parents went insane and freaked out, even though it was a life or death situation. To put in the nicest words possible, they were SEETHING MAD. At the moment, at least. It was the third time that our plumbing as exploded on us, and we've only lived in this house for a year and a half. Three times is a high number for plumbing screw ups. But since we rent, we can't do much but have a plumber come and "fix" it for the next few months until it decides to give out on us again.

Can you understand why we keep looking at houses? I don't know. Perhaps it's a lousy reason. But the house is falling apart on the inside. It'd be nice to have toilets and sinks that didn't cause you to panic every time you flush. But maybe that's asking too much.

Having Maddie over was fun. Robin's party later today. In about forty-five minutes, actually. Nice nice nice. Pool party time. This should be fun. Ugh....

Eh eh. Eh eh. <----- more Lady Gaga

Time to go, this post made little sense, as usual.

*For the record, the water was clean, okay?

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