this is not a complaint.

the title of the post is the preface and disclaimer for what comes next. dad, i am so appreciative and grateful that you allowed me to live in the cute and cozy house of my choice in the up and coming neighborhood that is still sketchy sometimes and trusted my judgement. so, please don't say 'i told you so' but...

my house is a piece. of crap. i mean i knew it was a piece, but needless to say i'm excited to move out in may. tonight's edition of 'the poplar house is falling apart' resulted in olivia and me listening...that's right, standing there and listening....to a squirrel munch on a chestnut in our kitchen cabinets. i mean clear as day. having no idea what it was, i bravely grab a flashlight and open the cabinet door, broom in hand (i needed a weapon obviously). while it wasn't as terrifying as the time the raccoon clung to the doorframe of the garage door in brentwood hissing at mom and i while dad batted it out of the house with a broom, and tried not to let it run inside, tripping on the stairs and falling down, leaving himself vulnerable to attack (if you read that whole sentence in one breath it really adds to the drama of the story) it was indeed nerve wracking. luckily the little guy had already left our house but the flashlight shed some light (see i can make puns, too...is that a pun? okay, i can't make puns) on the real issue. we have no less than 30 cracked nuts in the back of our pantry, leading me to believe that there is a hole between the outside world and our kitchen. a hole through which mr. squirrel brings in nuts and munches on them amongst our pots and pans. this thought disgusts me.

and so now we embark on the emails to my landlord in which i will demand that someone more qualified than me armed with a broomstick come figure out what is living in the walls of our house and how to get them out. to which he'll stall....i'll email some more....yada yada yada. i will prevail though. this cannot end up like the call i got from my roommates while i was in DC telling me there was a dead squirrel rotting in the ceiling above my room, and they were sorry but maggots were falling onto my desk. unreal.

i love you all. it's really late and i've been up since 630am so this is probably a little ridiculous but i feel i've neglected the family blog so i'm making up for it with a super post.