Will The Disasters Ever End?

So, in case you missed the memo, sometime in the wee hours of Christmas morning, when Los Angeles was getting soaked by a much-needed storm, the roof directly above my pillow opened up and unleashed a unholy fury of dirty rain water from the rooftop patio above directly onto my bed.

Being that it was Christmas, I was staying at my parents' house at the time of the disaster, in my half-hearted attempt to be a decent daughter and missed the salughter. But what a nice call to receive from Myles on Christmas morning. "Hey, Dre. Merry Christmas. I have some bad news..."

Anyway, long, drama-filled story short, all is mostly well again. My disaster recovery skills are pretty sharp, being that I work where I do. I'm almost all back to normal, after a long weekend of being a soggy and displaced person.

It could be worse. It could always be worse. I could have no arms or no legs or no roof above my head. Oh. Waaaaiit a second.


me: ok, well i just have to run home and make my bed.

Jaymie: hahahah

why?

are you expecting company tonight?

me: cuz they fixed my ceiling this morning

no

Jaymie: oh

me: when i say "make my bed," i literally mean "make my bed." me: not just put sheets on it in an organized way
Jaymie: but why make it at night if you are going to be sleeping in it later Jaymie: oh

oh

hahahahaha

uh huh