I'd like to think I document my life well, but in all reality I take pictures during certain moments (more recently on my phone) and then don't save them with a specific name and look back on them four months later and have a vague recollection of what that picture was supposed to "mean." Fail.

Today, however, I felt it inappropriate to capture the event taking place outside my door this very moment and decided instead to blog about it so as to not forget it in the near future (like tomorrow). There was this whole car on FIRE deal a few days back [about a week] and we're still in the process of cleaning up from it  read: fires are a pain in the rear-end to live through. Remember how we had WOMEN in our apartment yesterday cleaning it up? Yeah, today we have carpet cleaners and dry ice blowers and some dudes with pressure washers cleaning everything else up. I wanted to take a picture but I felt it was wrong to do so.

Right now, however, it seems as though my house is going through an automatic car wash--complete with the sound of soapy water thrown on my window and the rise wash going over that with the loud sound of the [engine] air pressure blowing against my window--reminiscent of when the windshield gets dried off after a nice dousing of soap and water. It was cool until they started the walls--then it sounded like someone was trying to tear down the front of our apartment, and that wasn't okay with me. I'm really enjoying the lack of soot on the walls of our building though, our front door has never been more clean.

In other news, last night before bed we were locking up the door and cleaning up our living room when we heard this "crash" only to see glass on the floor in front of our door. We were both startled and confused because we don't have anything that's "glass" next to the door--for fear of slamming the door one day and it breaking. Enter the mystery of a light bulb falling out of its "shell," no but seriously. Our lightbulb fell out of its socket last night before we went to bed, and shattered on the floor. No joke. We cleaned it all up and when Gar gets home from work today we'll figure out exactly what we should do with it, but it literally fell out and onto the floor--crash. It's always interesting here, that's for sure!

I'd like to think I document my life well, but in all reality I take pictures during certain moments (more recently on my phone) and then don't save them with a specific name and look back on them four months later and have a vague recollection of what that picture was supposed to "mean." Fail.

Today, however, I felt it inappropriate to capture the event taking place outside my door this very moment and decided instead to blog about it so as to not forget it in the near future (like tomorrow). There was this whole car on FIRE deal a few days back [about a week] and we're still in the process of cleaning up from it  read: fires are a pain in the rear-end to live through. Remember how we had WOMEN in our apartment yesterday cleaning it up? Yeah, today we have carpet cleaners and dry ice blowers and some dudes with pressure washers cleaning everything else up. I wanted to take a picture but I felt it was wrong to do so.

Right now, however, it seems as though my house is going through an automatic car wash--complete with the sound of soapy water thrown on my window and the rise wash going over that with the loud sound of the [engine] air pressure blowing against my window--reminiscent of when the windshield gets dried off after a nice dousing of soap and water. It was cool until they started the walls--then it sounded like someone was trying to tear down the front of our apartment, and that wasn't okay with me. I'm really enjoying the lack of soot on the walls of our building though, our front door has never been more clean.

In other news, last night before bed we were locking up the door and cleaning up our living room when we heard this "crash" only to see glass on the floor in front of our door. We were both startled and confused because we don't have anything that's "glass" next to the door--for fear of slamming the door one day and it breaking. Enter the mystery of a light bulb falling out of its "shell," no but seriously. Our lightbulb fell out of its socket last night before we went to bed, and shattered on the floor. No joke. We cleaned it all up and when Gar gets home from work today we'll figure out exactly what we should do with it, but it literally fell out and onto the floor--crash. It's always interesting here, that's for sure!