amych, yours is a brilliant smite. I knew my faith in Bitch smiteyness would be rewarded.

Oooh. Oooh. Can I play? Can I put my landlord in the mix?

Let's see, then...we could have lead paint burnt right under vw's landlord's apartment...and then be lied to about it.

And, for amych's landlord? We have a nice 2/3 of a tank of gas spilled on the floor below, windows closed and no notice, message or apparent caring whether said landlord died from the fumes.

And for a nice rounding off, we can have both their heats go off in the dead of winter and, on a 23 degree day we can say to them, "Quit complaining. The sun is out, it can't be THAT cold."

Oh, and let's not forget the 30% increase in rent at any given time, and various poisoned substances strewn about without warning.

Mine may not win the evil landlord sweepstakes, but he's a contendah.

The eviltude of Beej's landlord knows no bounds!

I only wish it wasn't true.

Oh goodness. My landlord's eviltude broke the thread! Curse him!!

So, the landlord never showed or called to let me know what's going on. Fortunately, I heard from the exterminator to let me know they'll be coming back on Wednesday to do the roach extermination. I have to empty out the kitchen and get everything pulled away from all of the walls in all of the rooms.

I'm excited.

I'm glad I'm not dealing with a landlord. Just the mortgage company, insurance company and the property tax man...oh, wait a minute....

I went in for a root canal this morning but they couldn't do it. My TMJ is so severe it prevents me from opening my mouth wide enough for them to work on my molars. After an hour in the chair and another four shots of novocaine, I get to go BACK in three weeks and get nitrous oxide, which will make me so high they can crack my jaw open like a walnut and get back there to do what they need to do. I'm now numb but my jaws are aching and my head hurts, too. Stoopid TMJ.

How to tell you're married to an actuary. This browser window was open on our computer. Please note the "wolfram" in the web address. Math really is evil.

The movers showed up at my house this morning. They were supposed to come tomorrow. Ellie was asleep, Joe was at work, and I was picking up the hosue to show it to potential buyers. Thankfully, it has all worked itself out, more or less.

eta: And now that I'm caught up, I'm sorry to hear about vw's landlord and poor Cash's jaw!

Cash, I'm so sorry about your jaw.

Moving-junk-around~ma for vw.

Congrats for SA (again, I think, but it bears repeating)!

Also, a good round of landlord ~ma/smiting for everyone, I think. Mine have still not contacted me about the termite thing. Yet. another. phone call!

I spent the morning doing massive photocopying, because my cow-orker came in late for unknown reasons. Also collecting random office supplies... her cube looks like a Staples outlet.

Otherwise, the word for the day is gronk.

I went in for a root canal this morning but they couldn't do it. My TMJ is so severe it prevents me from opening my mouth wide enough for them to work on my molars. After an hour in the chair and another four shots of novocaine, I get to go BACK in three weeks and get nitrous oxide, which will make me so high they can crack my jaw open like a walnut and get back there to do what they need to do. I'm now numb but my jaws are aching and my head hurts, too. Stoopid TMJ.

Aw, Cashmere. Going back yet again is bad enough, but you have to wait three weeks? Sheeesh. Are you on an antibiotic in the interim, or anything to help with the tooth problem, itself?

The movers showed up at my house this morning. They were supposed to come tomorrow. Ellie was asleep, Joe was at work, and I was picking up the hosue to show it to potential buyers. Thankfully, it has all worked itself out, more or less.

Wow, Stephanie. Are they coming back tomorrow, or did they start taking stuff, today?