I got an email on my lunch break that resulted in me dropping my sandwich and running down the hall screaming with joy. It was from my instructor informing us that he was sick, so my grad class was canceled that evening. After briefly considering using all the extra time to do something like re-organize the bedroom, I remembered how lazy I am. I caught up on some grading, folded a load of laundry, then watched numerous episodes of Saved by the Bell on Netflix.
Is that or is that not the best wordle you've ever seen?
Apparently the real estate gods overheard me bragging about how awesome renting is in order to convince myself I don't hate it. They got me back with a lovely notice on the door when I got home from work yesterday. It informed us that by Friday (keep in mind, it was posted Wednesday) we would need to remove everything from our kitchen for cockroach treatment. Everyone out of the cabinets, closet, and below the sink. Tell me that doesn't sound like a huge pain in the ass.
|With a stupidly designed cabinet like that,|
how could it not be a cluster f$#%?
In their defense, I've only seen cockroaches at work, and I would like to keep it that way. Eric made some sort of remark about how now we can reorganize everything and make it better. I had to remind him that if that's how he feels, he chose the wrong wife.
Here's a lesson I learned while working on this post - do not search for cockroaches on Pinterest unless you want to see some disturbing images. I had to close the window immediately, so you're lucky that you're not looking at one of those images right now.
After my two open water swims this week, swimming at the YMCA this morning felt wonderfully nice and warm. I used a masters swim workout from a website that Ashley recommended. It was a great workout, my legs and arms were burning after the kickboarding and pulling parts.
How annoyed would you be if you had to remove every single thing in your kitchen after work tonight?