Oh, lordy, my mother just called and she's had another car accident, very close to my work, so I'm headed over there to help her out. Please send ~ma!

Oh no, Epic. ~ma to your mother!

Much OK~ma to your mother, Epic.

Lots of ~ma to your mother, Epic.

I think the fix for someone putting the dog bowl on the counter is putting the dog up on the counter so he can reach his dish. 24-7 access to water is non-negotiable in my book (except the rare occassions ordered by a vet). If Frankie is too heavy for you to lift, then it is only reasonable to ask roommie to get him up there, no?

You guys, I need to whine.

I don't know if I explained this here or on Facebook, but I have been traumatized by my management company. They took over the building from a friend of my sister and it has been one thing after another.

I had bed bugs for the first time in my living in apartments life. They heat treated. Then they charged me $650 for it that I didn't actually sign a permission for. but I don't have the wherewithal to move, so I made a deal to pay a little every month in addition to my rent. I pay electronically and the rent goes in automatically just before the 1st.

So they keep applying my rent checks to the heat treatment and then applying the heat treatment payment as my rent and then sending me what I perceive as threatening messages about eviction proceedings if I don't pay the rent. I keep having to correct them and it's been an emotional strain, to say the least.

So I decided, for the sake of my sanity to ask my oldest sister for help to pay the whole thing off before the next rent check goes in. I would never have asked but I was so upset about the first "eviction" phone call which I heard right before the family Christmas gathering. And I was a mess. And she offered to help. So she's sending me money.

All good, sigh of relief. Then I wake up this morning and find 3 new bites. The damned bugs are back! and the management company just had exterminators supposedly come through the building to spray a couple of weeks ago!

So, my bedding is in the laundry and i am just really tired. So very tired.

Bed bugs are exhausting alone. Management company badness is its own set of exhausting. Combined = ugh. I'm sorry you are going through this.

~ma for your mom, Epic.

quester, that sucks hard. Eff them.

WindSparrow, it's his food bowl. The water bowl is in my room and therefore out of his purview. It's licked clean about 15 seconds after I fill it, so I see no need to wash it. And yeah, I can lift Frankie if I have to, but it's not practical on a daily basis.

I am trying to go high when he goes passive aggressive control freak, but it's hard. I'm doing my best to be compassionate and choose my battles while still standing up for myself. I'm trying to react to each thing he does as if a friend I care about had done it.

God, trying to be a good person is exhausting.

ugh, smonster! bad roommates are the worst!

Sonofabitch! Damn laptop just ate my longass post, then my summation post, then the post bitching about those two losses.

To sum up AGAIN, Mom's okay, no injuries, all the cars are still driveable, but will require some body work.

Mom's kinda freaked out, understandably, at her 2nd accident in 2 months, though this one could have happened to any one(ironically, I did pretty much the exact same thing about 20 years ago, while driving her car), and wondering if she should just stop driving altogether. Which I'm torn about, because I want her to be safe (and I pay her car insurance), but I don't want her to be stuck in the house (between her back problems and feet and legs, she walks with a walker and can't go very far, and public transportation here is near useless) and I can't be her entire social life.

So for right now, we're just in a holding pattern. We're figuring out how to get her to Dr appts next week, and letting her just chill. And waiting to see what this does to the car insurance, which is up for renewal next month.

Yikes, quester, that does sound insanely stressful. Hope you get some relief soon.

smonster, good luck with the continuing to be the bigger person. Hope your roomie gets his cranium out of his rectum real soon.