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We like to have late-night carb binges in this apartment.
Hello mashed potatoes.
Speaking of our apartment, it is suddenly rejecting our presence in a number of hilarious ways. The towel bar/handle of the stove falls off. A side shelf in the fridge broke, was duct taped, then fell completely off. Everytime the ice machine kicks on, it sounds like a gerbil is being sacrificed in the freezer. We tried to open the living room blinds and they fell down. It's currently 83 degrees in the living room and probably 90 in my bedroom... meanwhile, the air is on (supposedly) and the apartment will not cool down. We're suffering like pregnant women in Georgia in July. Except that it's November, this is Indiana, and we're not knocked up.
Needless to say, life in The Ocho has been interesting lately.
I want to make some pasta.
Hello mashed potatoes.
Speaking of our apartment, it is suddenly rejecting our presence in a number of hilarious ways. The towel bar/handle of the stove falls off. A side shelf in the fridge broke, was duct taped, then fell completely off. Everytime the ice machine kicks on, it sounds like a gerbil is being sacrificed in the freezer. We tried to open the living room blinds and they fell down. It's currently 83 degrees in the living room and probably 90 in my bedroom... meanwhile, the air is on (supposedly) and the apartment will not cool down. We're suffering like pregnant women in Georgia in July. Except that it's November, this is Indiana, and we're not knocked up.
Needless to say, life in The Ocho has been interesting lately.
I want to make some pasta.