Déjà Vu

Annnnyway. There is one, tiny screw left in this loft bed, holding the headboard to the main piece. The head of said screw is all stripped out so I can't drill it out. This remarkably tenacious screw is making my life very difficult. I suspect I will triumph, regardless.
Good news coming: Talking to my new landlords is like holding a sleeping puppy. But only because I feel so soothed and content. For heaven's sake, they fed me cheesecake and tea when I went to sign the lease. CHEESECAKE AND TEA, PEOPLE.
You know what word is funny? Zamboni.
God, I'm sleepy.
Labels: apartment
2 Comments:
At 9:41 PM,
Ran Barton said…
Foolish me thought I'd get a newspaper shout out, but nooooo... I wish you luck with your move. I've often thought of you and cheesecake before this, but in a different way than you described. Zamboni, zamboni, zamboni, zamboni.
At 4:09 PM,
Anonymous said…
"Talking to my new landlords is like holding a sleeping puppy." I wish my neighbors' new (and future guide/seeing eye) puppy could sleep through the night. It likes to bark when I like to sleep. Ahhh, but it's too cute to scorn.
Good luck with the pesky screw, the move, the unlimited cheesecake, and the new apartment.
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