Best friend Elisabeth is flying in from Dallas for 35 hours, getting in late tonight and leaving early Sunday. She and I haven’t seen each other for 3.5 years because she’s busy being a surgeon and I’m busy … writing a blog. Being poor. Not going and visiting my friends. I don’t have any excuses.
As you might imagine, Elisabeth is really extra super fastidious. Not only is she a surgeon (did I mention she’s a surgeon? Because she is. Surgeon, surgeon, surgeon … surgeon. She cuts people up!), but Austrian to boot, which puts her in the top 0.005 percent of overall cleanliness. I am kind of surprised she is willing to be friends with me. So of course, something absolutely disgusting had to happen in my apartment immediately before she arrived.
Remember when bleachy water poured out all over my floor? Well, that isn’t fixed. It is, in the words of my landlord, “not an emergency.” I still don’t have a kitchen sink. I DO have some very sour-smelling water sitting in there, plus a whole bunch of dirty dishes that … I don’t know what I’ll do with. Maybe just throw them away? Put them in a dirty dishes box? Wash them in the bathtub? Even I know these options are not good. But between now and 10 p.m., something WILL happen to those dishes. I am just not sure what.
But yes. Few to no updates for the next 35 hours, because step 38.5 is Do Not Update Your Tumblr While Your Long-Lost Best Friend Is In Town And Also You Have A Plumbing Emergency. My dance card is full, y’all.