I will live in an apartment that does not flood when I take a shower.

This time included me, running into the shed in my TOWEL, finding the thing that turns off the water to the entire house, throwing on my robe, and turning off the water in the front of the house. By the street. In my robe.

Like the first time wasn’t bad enough.

Hurray for boyfriends who sacrifice their season tickets to football games to shop vac their washed out girlfriend’s apartment.

Because my life isn’t already exciting enough without all the flooding.