January 20, 2010

Yesterday

Our landlady is the most anxious person I have ever met. She is flipping out on us, and it is driving me and Greg up the wall.

Yesterday afternoon she sent us a rawther rude email. To which I replied charmingly of course. She replied with another rude one, and steam started coming out of Greg's ears.

I am continuing my campaign of niceness, but it is plaguing both of us emotionally.

HENCE, last night at 11:00, this was happening:





Three kinds of ice cream. Homemade hot fudge and butterscotch sauce. Chopped peanuts.

STRESS-BUSTER SUNDAES!

Works good.