Wrigley is crouched down in the attack position (Crouching Wrigley, Hissing Chumley - sorry couldn't resist) in the laundry room hovering over the "heat" vent growling. This can only mean one of 2 things:
1) a bird has gotten sucked into the furnace again and is fluttering about in our air ducts
2) for the love of God the heat may actually be working for once and he's completely dumbfounded by the warm air blowing out the vent.
Ok I just felt the vent. It's not warm. It's either a bird, a tarantula or this guy.
Tom and I just finished some delectable Pad Khee Mao from Thai Ginger and we paired it with this wine and it was yummy. I had quite a rant earlier today which perhaps I will touch on at some point but for now I am cleansing my palette and head by sipping some wine in a big fluffy robe listening to Wrig's growl at the vent as Chumley's nasty broccoli dump starts filling the air around me. Ahhhh sanctitude...
I've been having some strange dreams involving homeless people and personal attacks. Hmm, wonder why??? Hold that thought (which relates to my rant) but for now let me tell you last night's dream...
I was walking across a bridge with giant slats. I was holding my cell phone with 2 hands because I was soooo afraid it would drop and fall through the slats into the water below (there were also trains running on top of the water, but didn't appear to be any tracks). A homeless man was sleeping on one of the slats, teetering off the edge, about to fall over. As I approached he woke up and stumbled towards me. I told him to be careful because he's going to fall through the slats. He told me that he had something for me. I balanced on a slat and took a step and he said, "closer", I took another step, "closer" he said again. Another step and we were practically standing on the same little piece of wood and then he reached into his pocket (warning this is gross) and pulled out a handful of runny poo and smeared it across my mouth. I started spitting and spewing but still made sure I did not let go of my cell phone (someone mentioned in another dream analysis that my phone is my link to friends and family, totally makes sense) and the homeless man laughed and laughed. I tried to run but I couldn't because it was so hard to balance on the slats and the homeless man was alongside me still laughing like a maniac. Then he grabbed my cell phone and threw it as far as he could. I watched as the phone bounced on each slat, buttons popping off, flying into the air, but finally landed at the end of the bridge and didn't fall through to the water. I carefully made my way over to it and slowly reached for it and just as I was about to grab it a train went whizzing by causing the phone to skid off the bridge into the water.
Could this have anything to do with the fact that the house we have been in the process of buying for 5 MONTHS comes with its very own homeless person??? And the house has been broken into at least one time, and EVERY toilet has been, how do I put this...DISGUSTINGLY VIOLATED??? We actually spent New Year's Eve pouring gallons of water into the toilets (as the water has been shut off) trying to flush out other people's sh*ts. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
I won't even get into the multiple liens that are attached to this house as well as the dangerous hill side it butts up against and Oh the fact that this location is the ONE area I specifically RULED OUT for a multitude of reasons when I came to Seattle back in July to look for housing.
Hence my earlier rant.
So tomorrow is the home inspection or should I say Phase 1 of the home inspection. You see, the previous owners didn't quite understand the concept of paying bills so we had to pay their past due water bill of $1265 + an additional water bill from a renter before them of $880, so basically that's $2100 we are paying upfront just to get the water turned on as the meter was removed, to have this home inspected. But the water won't be turned on until Saturday so the inspector is doing a half ass inspection without water tomorrow, then will return Saturday to inspect the plumbing and pipes with, thanks to Tom's credit card, working water. There are still over $13,000 worth of unsettled liens that we are fighting about with the many banks involved in this nightmare process. That number has been brought down from over $120,000 when we first started this home purchase from hell.
Ok I need to end this now and try and find that happy place yet again.
I may need my friend Gin to come back.