Virginia is for Lovers...

….of this blog, evidently*. I’m not really sure what’s been going on in VA but several people there have spent quite a bit of time reading Just Me. The only reason I mention this is because I don’t know anyone in the area but I currently have more readers there than I do here in Denver. Maryland and D.C. have been representing as well lately - again, I know no one there. Perhaps they were all just bored this weekend due to the non-stop rain?

And speaking of rain, let me update you on my Saturday night. I was all shades of cute in my outfit and I was having a very good hair night when the skies turned a nasty shade of gray/green. As I grabbed my purse and headed for the door I heard the rain start. I glanced out the dining room window just in time to see the hail. Before long it sounded like someone was firing rounds at the side of the house so I decided to hang out for a while before leaving to meet my friends for dinner. It had been a nice day earlier – not too hot – so I had turned off the a/c and opened the windows for a while. I was pretty sure I closed all of them but I went back upstairs anyway just to check. My bedroom window was closed, as were the two in the office but I heard something strange when I walked into the guestroom. I was almost to the window (which was also closed) when my shoe squished in the carpet. I looked down to see that I was standing in a puddle. I looked up to see the water dripping from the ceiling.

The next few moments were a blur of curse words and scurrying for a bucket. Now a little leak wouldn’t bother me under normal circumstances but I was all fired up Saturday night and I’ll tell you why – this is the fifth time it’s happened in four years. Fifth friggin time. My homeowners association doesn’t seem to give a rats ass about that fact that their external damage does damage to my interior so they continue to send out crap-ass contractors who spend more time eating Little Debbie snack cakes on my porch than actually fixing the roof or siding or chimney or whatever they’ve decided to blame the leak on this time around. So I called my HOA on Saturday night and proceeded to leave one of the nastiest messages I have ever left anyone. The reason for unleashing my venom on the HOA? They had sent a contractor (siding guy, if I remember correctly) less than a month and they assured, let me repeat – ASSURED me that the problem was fixed. In my message, I assured them that the problem was in fact, not fixed but much worse than it had ever been before. I didn’t end up going out because by the time I got the mess cleaned up I just didn’t feel like it anymore.

Good hair and a darling outfit were wasted because my HOA is evil. Bastards.

It’s now after 2pm on Monday and no one has called me back. What’s worse is the woman who always calls me is the least empathetic person on God’s green earth. She has no people skills at all and takes her sweet time returning phone calls. Oh, and her outgoing message on voicemail ends with “Make it a great day!” in a voice that makes me want to crawl through the phone and beat her with the receiver.

But since I’m a nice girl and nice girls don’t beat people with phone receivers, I guess I’ll just sit around and wait for the HOA to call me back…and pray that it doesn’t rain anymore.


* Question for VA residents or anyone who can answer: Is “Virginia is for Lovers” really the state motto or did I just make that up?