Not Quite 96 Hours

I feel 100% drained, this morning.  I took a shower, which was a feat, in itself, because last night, the toilet refused to flush.  When I called maintenance, they told me to “minimize my use” of plumbing until they could get someone out here, on MONDAY!  They expect me to avoid flushing or showering or laundry or dishes for three freaking days!  I don’t think I’ve written here about the adventure we’ve had trying to get this plumbing issue figured out.  I’ve been maintaining a ‘review’ of my rental company on TrustPilot.  You can read it here.  While you’re at it, look at the other 1-star reviews.  If I could have given them zero stars, I would have.

So, in the time it took me to write that last paragraph, I’ve watched an episode of The Closer, and finished my morning smoothie.  Drew will be home, tonight.   It’s pay day.  I’m battling a panic attack that’s trying really hard to convince me that death is imminent.  My heart is racing.

Ok, I couldn’t close on a negative note, so I thought I’d look up puppy memes to make myself feel better.  I found this one.  Since one of my dogs, Opie, looks like this one, and he’s a total food-hound, I thought this would be perfect.  But then I remembered a perfect picture of Opie, so I’m sharing them both.

This is not my Opie, but it’s totally appropriate.	This is my Opie.  He was told to get his butt outside!

Happy Friday!