Ice Ice Baby

Our new apt manager came today and replaced our bathroom door with a varnished one. It seems the old one got mangled by rowdy college kids. (I use the term rowdy because of the stories I heard about these “men”. You know how it goes: sex , drugs and rock & roll! Anyway the old door stuck and was quite noisy; especially during the night. You’d push on it and the thing would rattle as it opened. If you didn’t close it hard enough the thing would slide open which also isn’t very safe for people with weak hearts like moi’.

The other night Alexa and Bernie were going to bed and I stuck my head out my bedroom door and scared Alexa. Usually I’m the one who gets surprised, but not this time.

While the manager was here he also fixed our automatic ice maker. I’m still not sure how it happened, but the ice maker was crooked so all it kept making was watery ice cubes that seemed to melt together into some odd shaped block of ice. Now all is right with our world because we can quietly mosey into the bathroom and even take in ice cubes if we wish. Onward…



About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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