Okay. I do feel like a bit of a complainer as of late. But really, if I didn't have this crazy stupid stuff going on I would have nothing to talk about.
I think it's fair to say Super Husband and I are very nearly at the end of our rope with our living situation. Namely, the Trolls Downstairs.
The good news? They've finally stopped banging on the ceiling.
The bad news? They have not stopped smoking. In fact, they've kicked it into high gear. Now we not only get to deal with second-hand cigarette smoke but with weed as well!
To make a long story short, Super Husband smelled weed last week. He went and did a walk around of the house and saw nobody outside. He left it at that. A couple of evenings ago, he smelled it again. Again there was nobody outside. Then yesterday morning he went to drop off the latest gas bill to them. When he opened the storm door that goes downstairs to the apartment he was hit with a wave of weed. They've been smoking it in the house.
In an apparent episode of VERY bad timing, the landlord called me this morning to check in.
Let's just say I wasn't in the mood to be nice.
By the time the conversation ended, I had given him an ultimatum: get rid of the Trolls or we are leaving. End of.
I've given him three days to figure out what he is going to do and call me back.
This is going to get interesting....
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