It’s a day where I reply to everything with an emotionally charged “fuck off and die”. I’m not normally a nasty person, but I do have my moments. I suspect the following picture might illustrate why it seems like I’ve got a cactus up my ass.I like wine. It’s delicious. It’s also meant to be sipped in small amounts, not through a straw in a 24 ounce tumbler. My bad. This is obviously on the very long list of stupid things Kara has done. Today my head is killing me and I’m a lot less tolerant of my husband’s lack of common sense, practicality, rationality, and basically everything about him. He speaks, I feel like saying ‘fuck off and die’, but I haven’t. Yet.
This afternoon we finally figured out why the guest room smells like piss and has for the past few months. I washed sheets, febreezed the mattress, carpet, sprayed ozium, but the smell keeps coming back. I’ve theorized that it’s probably the neighbor stank oozing through the common wall. Being in ‘fuck off and die’ mode, I pulled the carpet and padding up next to the shared wall, and in the back corner there’s a wet smelly stain on the sub-flooring, presumably from next door, because I certainly haven’t peed on the floor. They don’t have a dog, and it doesn’t smell like cat urine, so I can only assume their allegedly potty-trained child is pissing in the corner of his bedroom, and it’s soaking through. Fucking nasty.
I’m not even going to bother talking to them about it. I’ll call maintenance, tell them my theory, and they can take care of it. I suck at dealing with conflict without making people angry.