Dear Friends,
When it rains, it pours (termite-killing toxins).
So, we are back from vacation. We got back Sunday actually, to find a note on the floor in front of our door (dated the 7th, even though we left on the 8th and weren't given this notice before leaving), telling us that we would need to be out of our apartment for a few days because they were going to be fumigating for termites in our building.
Yes, with one of those hellish-looking big-top tarps thrown over the top of the building and all of the adjacent buildings.
The management's solution to displacing us is to put us in a craptastic hotel that doesn't allow pets. Our pets who have been boarded for ten days. The alternative to staying at the craphole is deducting 50 dollars from our rent as credit for other arrangements. Fifty son-of-a-filthing dollars?! What kind of butt-stained cave could you stay at for a few days for 50 dollars?!
But after just getting back from our annual vacation unawares, we have to stay there. We thought we would get home and just lay low after the eating and shopping extravaganza. I guess having the stores of fat built up won't be such a bad thing.
So we have to throw away most of the food we have. I say most because we don't have to throw away anything that still has the manufacturer's seal on it. So while some things won't get thrown away, it's the kind of stuff no one eats that often or is used as an ingredient to make something (baked beans, tomato paste, the odd vegetable, etc.). Of course, the hotel has no refrigerator either. Goodbye, condiments (having to buy them again all at once will hurt), beverages, frozen foods... you get the picture. The only good news is that we don't have to pack anything for the stay - we are just bringing the stuff from our trip.
Oh, and for those who don't know, April's little sister is staying with us for a week. We are flying her in from a small town in central Illinois. We wanted to show her life outside of a rural town. Her first view will be the armpit-cheese hotel as the temporary fix for the crotch-rot apartment we live in. Hopefully, my profanity replacement descriptors are colorful enough to convey to you all what I really think of all of this.
And we have to board our dogs again. I am more sad at having to put them back there again so soon than the cost. You know they aren't that smart, so they will end up feeling confused and abandoned.
There is no swear word satisfactory enough to describe my sentiments toward this place. The closest thing would be some sort of run-on supercalifragiliscious string of derogatory filth.
This is all made grossly worse by the fact that we are just getting back from what I consider to be one of the best vacations ever. It was great seeing everyone again. I miss everyone, and hope to see people again as soon as possible.
I just needed to vent something major. I am going to go now to throw away all of the food that will become toxic if we leave it.
Later,
d