Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

well, the adventure of this house is just about over. There have been fun times here and also some stressful moments, of course the last week added it's share of craziness.

Last friday my roomate washed and dried a pen with her last load of laundry-the landlord's sheets too-and everything came out blue...including the drier...

she came up the stairs scared and slightly teary and said, " I washed a pen in my laundry...then I dried it too." I calmly went downstairs with her to see the damage...my only words were..."oh, shit" which was kinda bad of me since she was almost crying already. But she was flying away that day and I would be left to face the landlords so I thought I had alittle right to be a bit harsh...anyway, we decided to turn to the internet...

google is amazing, and so is nail polish remover but the drier is still a shade blue-er than it used to be...

then the cats decided to make friends with the next door neighbours porch which made them a bit unhappy since they arrived from our house and I still hadn't taken them to the humane society...finally rounded them up with tuna one night and into a box with a lid went mama, and five kittens...drive half and hour to the society and once there are told to sign a form saying they will be put down if "no adoption arrangments are made for them in a suitable amount of time"....that was traumatizing...kinda like signing a death note...so off we went to buy copius amounts of chocolate to deaden the ol conscience...

then my other roomate had been wanting to watch a scary movie together all summer, the other roomates at the time didn't like scary movies so we would always find something else to do... finally with just me and her left I said, "ok." it started out with a jaws night which was fine cause we don't live near water...then the past few days of cleaning have been ended with nights of watching scary movies... we watched silence of the lambs to start things off...there is a character on silence of the lambs who basically has one line...it's the captive...and the whole movie she is either howling "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" or saying "I want my mommy" over and over again....

so during our cleaning in the daytime me and my roomie would be frustrated something is not getting clean or I would mention the drier again and then we will look at eachother and just start howling, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" AHhhhhhhhhhhh" echoing back the pain and frustration of moving and somehow it helped...it got to the point where I would just pick up the cleaning supplies and start wailing..."I want my mommeeeee!!!!" over and over again.... my roomate didn't seem to mind, she would just echo right back with "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

then today she left and I am alone, in the house for two more nights with boxes, rags, unwiped walls, and a stove top that won't get clean..."AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I start wailing but there is no echo, no friendly laughing face to help me...just silence...and it's getting darker outside, sirens are going off two streets down... and I am all alone...

"I want my mommy"