I moved this weekend.

I’ve lived in a few places and I have learned along the way that things are often not what they seem. Things that should be pretty standard often aren’t.

Take water, for example. If you live in a city, you would think that you wouldn’t have to check the water in an apartment to see if it smells like sulfur. Unless you live in a city where you expect that sort of thing. I, however, have lived in more than one place in this city and never had to worry about smelly water. Until now.

My movers moved me and I put some things away. I gave The Chihuahua some dinner and went looking for some for myself. I realized that, inexplicably, I have no dishes. I decided to take a shower, go get some dinner and go to Kohl’s to buy some dishes. That’s when the trouble began. Holy Mary, Mother of God, does that water smell awful. It smells like rotten eggs. Which means that the FemmeFairyGodmother does not exactly smell like roses herself. I freaked. I called my landlord to complain. I was totally freaked. She and I had some words back and forth but after I threatened to move right back out, she relented and decided to get a new hot water heater. It’s being installed today.

Thank God.

Darlings, learn from my mistakes. Check out everything. Absolutely everything.