Election Day Eve

So the most significant event of my Reformation Day happened just after I finished my last post. There was a knock on the door. I opened it up to find Sara, looking rather out of it. She explained that she had locked herself out of her apartment. I quickly grabbed my keys and headed after her. I was immensely confused when upon reaching her apartment Sara simply opened up the door and walked inside. I looked at her, and she started trying to tell me that she had a drunk friend over. She told me that she never did this, but her friend was drunk. I couldn't see how this tied in to her being/not being locked out of her apartment. I asked if there was anything I needed to do, and she said, "no, you did a good job." I think she might have been the drunk one.
I told you the Donkeys didn't stand a chance, not with that offense.
Mary came by the office today holding a large chunk of her toilet seat. "That's not good," I said. She wanted to know if it was her responsibility to fix it and pay for it. I assured her it wasn't. Sadly, she had already sent her son to the store for a new one. I just had her bring me the receipt and paid her in cash (from the laundry money) for the seat.
Alice happened to walk by while I was dealing with Mary and mentioned that her toilet seat was broken as well. After I got done with Mary, I went over to Alice's and discovered a toilet seat held together by duct tape. I cannot fathom why she didn't just ask me about it. I actually had the toilet seat leftover from when I switched one out in our bathroom. I just went ahead and installed that one for her.
As I've mentioned before, Bobbie comes by nearly every day to ask if "the mail done run yet?" I'm not sure what Bobbie's issue was today, but she seemed personally offended that the mailman hadn't "done run yet." It was only one o'clock or so (he's usually not there until three or four), but I could hear her muttering about how "he sure likes to take his sweet time."
Bobbie also wanted $20 in quarters today.
Someone left one of those U.S. maps with the holes for the state quarters in the Community Room. Daulton found this really exciting and asked if he could have it. Sadly, he also asked if he could keep it in my office or else his dad may steal his quarters.
It's the second of the month. Several people paid their rent today.
Daulton kept showing everyone his Halloween mask. It was this garishly red, plastic thing, somewhat like a cross between those "Scream" masks and a happy clown face. I'm not sure if it was supposed to be anything other than stupid.
Daulton also told me about his candy seeking exploits. He told me that at houses where people just left out bowls of candy he just dumped the whole bowl into his bag. There is no hope for this kid.
Charcoal gray boxer briefs.
We took Daisy (along with the leftover chili, guacamole, and a pound cake) over to the in-laws' place tonight. Daisy played with Hank. We ate chili, guacamole, and pound cake. I took a nap on the couch. Anna wore her boots. She looks really cute in her boots.
I've eaten way too many leftover Starbursts.
Is there anything more satisfying than dumping a whole package of Skittles into your mouths and feeling your teeth decay?
People who read this blog: Person googling "Dark Blue Boxers"
This was originally going to be about a person who googled "Brown's Corner Chapel," but that turned out to be Anna. Person who googled "Dark Blue Boxers" was not Anna. Dark Blue Boxers was from Brooklyn, New York. She was also likely a girl looking to read about sexy guys who wear dark blue boxers. She is most assuredly a model who happens to only be interested in curly headed 20-somethings with a degree in English who have dark blue boxers in their personal underwear collection. Reading our blog must have driven her wild. She is probably plotting Anna's demise as we speak. She cannot live with the idea that someone as perfect as I am is not with her. I'm sorry Dark Blue Boxers, but Anna's just too cute. I will not trade her in for some floozy who goes trolling the internet for men who wear dark blue boxers. You are a despicable woman. Your mother would be ashamed to know you had turned out this way, and your father is horrified that a daughter of his is prancing about the internet in such a disreputable manner. Your family is disappointed in you young lady, for strutting around half-naked for the world to see. Put some clothes on and eat a bacon cheeseburger, for crying out loud.