Woke up to the sound of pouring rain...(a thought ramble)

…strangely, it was coming from my cabinets, and then half an hour later from my light fixture in the middle of the kitchen ceiling.

…more strangely, I live on the bottom of six floors so I’m thinking I’m going to find out something interesting about my neighbors today.

…I had a moment (okay, three moments) where I was grateful it wasn’t blood, because…oh so creepy I can’t even THINK about it.

…had a very nice maintenance gentleman respond, who asked if I minded if he waited for the other guys to come in before going into the apartment above me because he’s had a previous ‘altercation’ with him. I conceded, as it was not actively dripping at the time and he was very nice. (Plus…I don’t want a murder on my conscience).

…the maintenance guy gave me his cell number and told me to call him “if it rains” again. I giggled…(“MAKE IT RAIN, KITCHEN!!!”)

…my old neighbor commented about this on the Facebooks that “at least so-and-so is no longer your landlord and you won’t have to wait for him to come over to “fix” it with beer.” This is in reference to our old shared landlord, who I called one time because (and note that today makes a total of two times I have EVER called a landlord with an emergency situation in a lifetime of renting) the garbage disposal was shooting water filled with eggs all over my kitchen 2 hours before a family party at my house. He explained rather slurrily that he was ‘watching the game’ and would be over ‘later’. I explained rather bitchily that 50 people would be at my house ‘later’ and that currently my kitchen smelled like FARTS simply because he didn’t hook up the plumbing under the sink and it was completely unacceptable. Short story made long, my boyfriend came home from work in the nick of time and fixed it in five minutes. Landlord never did show up, but he did show up at another party we were having and made himself comfortable.

…in that same house where Mr. Fix It himself renovated the kitchen, he also renovated the bathroom. At one point, a legit MUSHROOM that was 3 inches tall grew out of the caulk. A mushroom. From caulk. How?

…it’s been almost 2 hours since nice maintenance guy was here. It has not “rained”. I have not heard anything upstairs. I hope there have not been deaths.

…thanks to my own catchy post title, I’m sure to be cursed/blessed with Skid Row playing in my head all day. If you don’t know what band/song I’m talking about, please move along. We clearly don’t know each other AT ALL. (still love you though…mean it)