- Thursday night driving home from class and my rear wheel rips to shreds and has a literal meltdown. Freakout. Think about near death experience driving on three wheels and one rim on the freeway. Freakout.
- Saturday night enjoy a nice evening at home with relaxing candles until Marcus' Burberry scarf/tablemat lights on fire. Freakout. Marcus throws his cordial on the burning couture, the scarf is a casualty. Freakout.
- Monday night rushing through Banking Law report until Marcus has his late night shower and runs out swathed in only a towel to advise that the ensuite/walk-in-wardrobe is flooded. Freakout. Spend Tuesday A.M. mopping the carpet with every towel in the house.
- Tuesday A.M. try to plug in the hairdryer to give the carpet a blowdry only to electrocute self whilst standing in a puddle of water. BUZZZZZZZzzzz. Freakout (Marcus). Bzzzzzz.
- Please, stop. Just. Stop.
P.s. It's funny 'cos it's true - Karen Walker, Will & Grace
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