I kissed my husband goodbye for the day, worked out, took a shower and was thinking how cool it was that the tub seems to have miraculously stopped leaking, I haven’t had to take any pain relievers today (yet), and I even fixed the shower cleaner sprayer that broke again on us, then headed into the bedroom.

And then I saw it.

And felt it.

Arrgghh!!! Yes, another leak. :( I noticed the discoloration by part of the bedroom baseboard before and while I thought it weird, I didn’t pay much attention to it. But then I felt the wetness where the carpet meets the wall and saw that the lower part of the dresser was wet and warped. We’re probably gonna just leave the old piece of shit here if we ever do make it out of here, but hopefully the wood (or particle board to be precise) hasn’t weakened so much that the fucking thing collapses. I don’t think it will. I just want to know when we’re gonna get a break with every single fucking thing that can possibly leak leaking on us?!?! This place is having WAY more problems than the dumpy old house we rented in Oregon had yet that thing was built in the 20s, not the 60s!

My guess is it’s the sink given the position of it and the fact that there are pipes right behind that area. Because it doesn’t smell like shit is why I don’t think it’s the toilet. I don’t know if it’s the sink’s in or outgoing water. Probably in. The inner pipes are the ones running along that wall whereas the outer seems to go straight down through the floor.

I thought about calling the Jes pest, then decided not to. Sure it might be a quick fix where all he has to do is just tighten the fucking joints, but what if it’s not? Well, I know Tom wants to enjoy his mini vacation starting on Thursday without him in the picture and I want to finish my goddamn book! And go to KFC! So what if it’s not my birthday yet?

I pulled the dresser out away from the wall (boy is that thing easier to finagle around when you work out), but I just wish we could up and move like right now! Yet the sad reality is that we can’t take chances with him as a temp and we’ll still only be able to afford old places anyway even if they are bigger than this shoebox. Places that are 30 years old or less and that have hook-ups for full-size washers/dryers, as well as dishwashers, are just way too expensive on one income, even if that income is good. He made $300 in just two days cuz of OT. The only way to get a newer place that’s comparable to our rent here would be if we were willing to live in the slums and we’re not.

I love renting cuz of how we don’t have to pay to fix things but the next thing we know, something’s going to break here that’s going to damage our stuff and then we will be paying. When that propane tank decides to leak all the propane out that we paid for, then the problem becomes more than just an inconvenience to us, but if God forbid that ever did happen I would deduct it from the rent even though Jesse would probably pitch a fit over it. Too bad, though, cuz if his tank spits out our propane, we ain’t paying for it! At least this leak hasn’t directly hurt us as of yet.

The rat isn’t sure what his favorite incense smell is; Fudge Nut Brownie, Strawberry Rhubarb or Honey-Vanilla. I’m burning Sweet Tahiti right now. The incense place has some novelty fragrances these days. Gross novelty fragrances. It’s almost too bad I don’t still make my own so I could send my folks some “double-dipped” sticks where I do each half in a different scent and have them wonder why it started off smelling wonderful only to turn into baby diapers halfway down the stick, LMAO! Unless you want farts, smelly socks or gasoline instead. This is one reason I’m commonly referred to as a little devil, troublemaker or mischievous.

Oh wow! Just wow! Now that really made my day even brighter! Barbara not only just sent me a message that I TOTALLY understood even though it was written in 100% German but it was oh so sweet of her! :))) We seem to have so much in common because she too, speaks other languages and dreams of being a writer! Wow. Again, just wow. I didn’t expect to hear back from her ever again. Especially since I know she’s no idiot. In other words, she knows I don’t see her as just a damn good teacher. She knows I know she looks good doing it. :) I’m subtle but obvious enough to anyone with half a brain. Ok, maybe two-thirds of a brain in her case. :)

I’ll admit I wanted to let her in on what I was thinking basically for two reasons. Out of curiosity to test her reaction and cuz I’ll also admit the idea of it is kinda funny. It’s a game that can’t backfire on me in a way it could with a neighbor or a coworker. I mean what could one in Germany do that didn’t like knowing I thought she was pretty, come piss in my peanut butter? I can’t be 100% she knows, but it wouldn’t surprise me AND THAT DAMN COCK UP THE HILL BETTER QUIT HAMMERING!

So back to what I was saying, she knows English, French and a little Spanish and Italian. It helps her to understand her international students’ mistakes better like when Miss Shitaly applied her twisted grammar to English. Yabla’s gonna be filming her again in the spring. “Very important!” she says, that I learn my prepositions. Oh, I’ll learn them alright, if she’ll teach me. :) I just might have to hunt around for what you have to pay for on Yabla. She said they’ll be filming for 4 hours but doesn’t know when it’ll be online. She wished me luck with my book and said to have fun writing.