Two of Every Kind on My Boat

The recent rains in Southern California have managed to leave their mark on my bedroom window. When I came home from work last night the first thing I heard was, “drip…drip…drip.” I’m no Inspector Gadget but I knew exactly what that was. The association manager had gone home for the day so I just laid down the towels and relocated my Tupperware to the window sill.

I attempted to sleep in my bedroom, but again the “drip…drip…drip” was too much an annoyance. I folded out my couch and attempted to sleep. I may have gotten 3 hours of sleep.

I spent most of the morning hunting down the association manager, then the property manager and finally members of my condo association. I finally got word that they were going to have a roofer come out and take a look. That’s the last I heard.

The first thing I heard when I got home tonight was “drip…drip…drip.”

Now it seems to be worse than it was this morning. I’m going to make some phone calls tomorrow and if I don’t get the answers I want I’m going to lay down a hurt on my condo board. I may have to bring out the Purse squad.

Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to fold out my couch and cry myself to sleep.

Owning a home sucks ass.