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the ultimate worst way to start a monday.

i love love love my house. let me make that abundantly clear. my house is everything i've always wanted in a house. it's in the historic district and was built in 1921. it's 2100 square feet of hardwood floors - the original hardwood - fireplace, formal dining room, ginormous kitchen, huge laundry room, 3 large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a deck off of the master bedroom [mine], on a corner lot with a huge backyard,13 pecan trees and 7 oak trees. it has tons of beautiful built-ins that are original to the house, like the beautiful fireplace in the living room, the china hutch in the dining room, the leaded stained glass bar in the kitchen, the windowseat bench in the guest bedroom. i love that the third bedroom seems to have been destined to be my portrait photography studio since the day the house was built. i love the rounded front door, all the natural light from all the rope-pulley windows that still have their original glass panes, the huge side porch and the long long long hallway where i've hung my favorite black and white photography in black frames and white mats. i love my house.i love living in the historic district. i love the trees, the huge front porches, the white picket fences, the stately houses of stone and wood on all the sleepy tree-lined streets.
there is one thing that i don't like about the historic district, however. it's not the propensity for ghosts in all these one hundred-plus year old homes - that doesn't bother me so much... it's something else - i'm getting to it. so - that being said, my story unfolds thusly.
everything was going as planned.
i was doing exactly what i do every morning; i woke up to the alarm going off after hitting snooze for the absolute last time possible without making myself late for work. my alarm had woken my dogs hank & willie as well, so i knew i had scarcely thirty seconds to get them out the back door and into the backyard before they went weewee on the floor. walking towards my photo studio to let the dogs outside i eyeballed my guest bathroom and suddenly realized maybe i'd better not wait - the dogs weren't dancing as they usually do first thing in the morning, but i was starting to.
anybody who knows me knows that i have a bladder the size of a circus peanut... i have to pee at least twice in the middle of the night, every night, without fail. then, when the alarm clock goes off in the morning, it's a mad dash to the bathroom - something about the alarm going off sends me into emergency status... gotta go gotta go gotta go right now. the time had come, there was no more time to spare.
so, you can imagine my surprise when, this morning, i made my routine mad dash to the bathroom at 6:45 am, and when i flipped on the light, and was reminded of the one thing i don't like about the historical district...



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1 Responses to “trust me on this - it's worth the read.”

  1. Anonymous Damien 

    HOLY SHIT. Is that damn thing dead or alive????????????? It looks like thiers no water in the toilet but I know their is.......... That has gotta be the grossest thing EVERRRRRRRRR.

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