Keith, 2:41 p.m.:
Well, we have water coming through our ceiling. Amanda noticed it this morning when she went into the kitchen. Not good… -Keith
Amanda, 7:05 p.m.:
Unfortunately, it is true. What Keith and I both heard throughout the wee hours of the morning and assumed was the bathtub faucet dripping, was water actually dripping from our ceiling onto our new carpet. The kitchen floor and the countertops were pooled with water. All of the bills and whatnot (including Keith’s iPod) that we had so carelessly left lying on the kitchen counter were soaked. The entire kitchen ceiling and most of the dining room ceiling was soggy. Keith stayed home with the mess; I went to work. An hour or so later, maintenance guy and plumber were on hand to assess the damage. Here’s what I see when I come home:
1) There’s a hole in our ceiling from which they drained the water. 2) There are strips of that drywall tape stuff missing from the ceiling. Both of these new features are quite attractive… 
3) Our entire apartment reeks of wet drywall 4) They will likely have to re-drywall the ceiling. However, they won’t know the extent of the damage until the stuff dries out.
This unfortunate event follows a whole slew of others that we’ve endured throughout our one-year tour here. When we first moved in, the carpet was absolutely rank with the odor of dog urine. After a series of back-and-forth conversations with the landlord, in which he stated that the previous tenant did NOT have a dog, he replaced the carpet. We found out much later that he had quizzed our upstairs neighbor about the dog, and she told him that the previous tenant did in fact have a dog that he left alone all day, and who whined incessantly. The landlord apologized.
Then there was a period of time in which we found black widow spiders everywhere. It was seriously like an infestation. It all began with one in our utility closet, but culminated in the discovery and subsequent death of SEVEN spiders within a three-month period. When I finally called our landlord to spray, he asked me if I was “sure they were black widows.” Luckily I had saved the specimens in a jar, so I had plenty of examples for him to see. (Keith hated the fact that I did this, but later saw the light…) We found the last one after they sprayed hardcore inside and out. It was the biggest of all, and it was dead on the porch by our grill.
Having said all that, I want everyone to know that we really do love our place, and our landlord is certainly not as bad as he sounds. But I’m sure we’re not his favorite tenants…
- ceiling w/ water damage
Anyhow, here’s my take on the recipe:
