My lease with Hamster Boy and Kinda Normal Girl was over at the end of June and I have temporarily moved in with a friend, Rat. Rat has been out of the country for two weeks so it has been solo living for me. Rat lives a very primitive lifestyle: no cable TV (he doesn’t even own bunny ears) or satellite or phone line or internet (gasp!). Last Tuesday, I went home to a house with no water. I live in a house with no cable, no internet, no running water. Awesome. Welcome to Little House on the Prairie. I call the management company and they send a City of Dallas water maintenance man on Wednesday to fix the water problem (Rat did pay his bill, it was a problem with the pipes). I get home on Wednesday, and the water man asks if I have water. ALAS! I have water! I can shower! I thank the water man and all is well. Fast forward to Friday, I get home, and water man is in his car waiting. I walk into my house and 22 seconds later, I hear a knock. It’s water man. I open the door and water man asks if my water is still on. It is. Water man is starting to be a little creepy but whatever, if I had his job, I would probably be kinda creepy too. I get home last night (Monday) and guess who is waiting for me? WATER MAN! Is the City of Dallas water man stalking me?!

On a positive note, I will be sitting on a beach in 18 days, with a margarita in one hand and a Corona in the other. Ole.

-Pajama Grrl