Why don't you assholes get together and feed each other?

Wayne and I just realized that we finally got a break. An indirect one, but a break.

Let me preface this by saying that we have absolutely rotten luck. When we lived in the Glebe in a very tired and old building, something was always needing replacing. After maybe 70 years without superficial update they decided to redo the windows and balconies. Go figure all of this went on during my 1 week vacation to unwind and de-stress. I was not pleased. And I could have done a better job...All of Canada's Worst Handyman candidates must have been all on one construction crew.  When I found out I was having twins we realized that "Oh darn, we'll have to move". We considered a larger apartment but came to our senses while the housing market was reasonable.

After a few months, I began to miss my old neighbourhood, the supposed bodega down the street, the view of Dow's Lake, close to Preston St...every now and then we'd drive by hoping to get a glimpse of some of the weirdos who hung out in the front entrance. Oh well...

Today I met one of my sis-in-law's friends (I swear I'm getting to the point) who currently lives in the same building. Apparently this past summer the electricity shut down and the back up generators were dead. This was in the middle of a heat wave. Then the hot water heaters committed suicide so it was nothing but ice cold showers. An optimist would think that would alleviate the lack of electricity but I still say it sucks. I can't imagine how we could have coped if we'd stayed there with the kids.

Anyway we caught a break...all this shit when down AFTER we moved.

The best part? As a thank you to the tenants for all their patience and understanding throughout the clusterfuck, they offered a POTLUCK supper!!! Yes, please come to our party and feed yourselves! Hilarious.