They say that money can't buy happiness. But what it CAN buy is an apartment with air conditioning, a dishwasher, laundry machine, counter space, and honest-to-goodness real-life carpet. And that makes Zach and I very happy. What do "they" know anyway?
We love our new compact flesh-colored abode that's only 4 minutes away from my classroom door. There's just one problem:
Brun Hilde is the crazy lady that lives in our attic. We're not sure what she does during the day, but she comes out at night to use the dishwasher, the dryer, our towels, and to shake her head all over the carpet. Never mind that the previous tenant had black hair- this stuff still shows up in clumps even after a professional carpet cleaning and half a dozen vacuum jobs done by yours truly.
Zach: Well, I brought this up one night as a joke explanation as to were this hair was coming from. After laughing, we both just sat there for a few uneasy seconds as the thought of a crazy lady living in the attic settled into our minds. I would have checked then and there... but having seen "the grudge" a few years ago, decided that not being certain if a crazy lady was coming out of the attic at night was better than sticking my head up there and knowing there was a crazy lady coming out of the attic at night.
It seems that since we've moved in Brun Hilde has acquired a blonde companion (Helga) because there's quite a bit of golden stuff accompanying the black. I'm sure it can't possibly all be mine. I'm in denial that I could ever lose that much hair, much less that it could spread itself all over the apartment. 'Sides, ZACH is the one who's concerned about going bald.
We've really got to have a chat with those ladies, as the hair is becoming rather unappetizing, but neither of us are brave enough to poke our heads up into the attic. If you're up for it, please feel free to visit anytime.