Week of TERROR

Not to be all melodramatic and whatnot, but man! What a freakin' week this is turning out to be. Andrew and I ate out Saturday night* and by the time Monday morning rolled around I was DEAD. Between sobs and toilet hugs, I napped and generally hated life. I have never been that sick. Tuesday came and I couldn't have been happier. I'd made it! The day was totally uneventful with the exception of getting some new project ideas and being a nerd on the Internet. CUT TO WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON.

I hear a bang. I get up and walk to my back door... AND THERE ARE TWO ASSHATS TRYING TO BREAK INTO MY APARTMENT!!

I don't know what on Earth possessed me to yell at them but I asked "Can I help you??!" A total WTF moment. I'm fine, pissed off but fine. The cops were no help either because I didn't actually see the asshats (they ran away when they heard my voice). Ugh!! Week of terror better be over.

*Never eat at Cemitas Puebla on North Avenue. It will murder you.


  1. asshat is one of my favorite insults. hope things are turning around!

  2. Thanks ladies, you're too sweet :)

  3. I'm so sorry to hear that you've had such a crap time of it lately.

    I think you need some kind of large, blunt instrument to keep in your house to show any asshats that try to break in. I've always kept an axe-handle for just that purpose.

  4. Thanks Kath :) We're looking into some things... Locks were repaired too.


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