September 2007 Archives

True.

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I have cracked. Completely cracked. I got shot by this beast of a kitchen malady (i.e. puncture hole in the top of our faucet) when I went to rinse my tea mug, and rather than getting pissed, crying, or giving up hope for a functional apartment (see: ceiling), I nearly smothered myself with my OWN LAUGHTER. (Insert look of concern. Stern concern. Stern concern and buy an urn. Do not return). Anyways.

And, truly, I'm not kidding about being "shot". (Although, to continue that fantastic literary achievement that we just left regarding concern, I almost wrote: I kid you not that I was shot. But, you know... too much of a good thing...). Anyways. Back to water propulsion. As soon as I moved from the line of fire, the water flew right over the top of our back door to the tippy top of our kitchen wall. At least 10 feet. Water, water everywhere; can I reconsider my lease?