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November 21, 2007 - Wednesday

So, Amy and I live on the second floor, and our apartment has this fabulous balcony that she likes to sit on occasionally after work. She reads, or eats dinner or plays games on her PDA. So, one night she came home and said she was going to eat dinner and read on the balcony for a while. I noticed it was getting a little cold, so I took her a blanket. I decided that I was in need of some R and R myself, so I chose to take a VERY long, luxurious bath. It felt soo good and I was so rested. I was in the bathroom, for 1 1/2 hours, then I laid down on my bed and just relaxed (OHHHHHHHH! Speaking of a HAPPY thing. . .I got a new Intelligel bed that is FABULOUS and I've been sleeping SO much better and with lots less pain of late. I LOVE it!)

Anyway, I heard what sounded like someone knocking on a door in the apartment upstairs. It was kind of frantic knocking. I thought, "Hmm. That's kind of strange." A few minutes later, I heard the knocking again. I thought, "Wow, one of them must really need to go to the bathroom and the other is in the bathroom. . . why don't they just let them in??" It seemed like a very odd situation and I had all kinds of strange pictures running through my mind. After a few minutes, I decided I was hungry and I walked into our kitchen. Strangely enough, the TV was still on the same music channel that I had left it on two hours before. I looked out and noticed Amy wrapped in her blanket, still on the balcony. I thought, "Wow! She must really be enjoying herself out there!"

And then, suddenly, it occurred to me. I have an instinctive habit of locking the sliding glass door whenever I come into the house. I ran over to the window and saw Amy's pleading look as I checked to find that sure enough, I had locked it. And it was COLD outside. And she REALLY had to go to the bathroom. I felt SO bad. She had been knocking and knocking and knocking, but the fan had been on in the bathroom and I didn't hear her. Now, if it had been me, I probably would have been furious. But not so with Amy. . . she just found the humor in it and we laughed for an hour (after I cried and called my mom so she could console Amy, who wasn't really upset at all, but it made me feel better).

About that same time, Amy put cucumber peelings in the garbage disposal and clogged the sink. I had to play plumber that day. Then, she bought me a toaster oven for my birthday (I've started learning how to make polymer clay beads and I wanted something to bake them in that wouldn't heat up the apartment). She christened it by catching a small loaf of French bread on fire. . . truly baptism by fire. Within a week after that, I decided to do the dishes. But we were out of dishwashing detergent. Well, in my naive, innocent way, I filled the soap thing with dishsoap. I figured if it worked in the sink, it would work in the dishwasher. I was engaged in watching TV when Amy came home and she said, "Um, Dawn. . .did you use dishsoap in the dishwasher?" I looked over and to my surprise and dismay, soapsuds had FLOODED the kitchen! Baptism by soapsuds! But our kitchen floor got a good, deep cleaning! Amy thinks we have the plagues in our house because in addition to all of these things, we have random gnats flying around. We can't figure out the source. Some people would look at all of these things and think, "Oh! The stress!" But Amy is like my grandpa in many ways. . . she finds humor in EVERYTHING. We have some great pictures and we laugh a lot about the disastrous things that happen.