Blog post #4 January

Today I woke up to the most horrific stench coming from the living room of my apartment. I gagged, grabbed a few throw pillows laying on my futon, covered my nostrils, and went into the kitchen to investigate. Boie was crouched over in the corner of the living room and laying next to him was a toy I swore I've never seen. I walk over to inspect the toy and begin to notice the foul smell getting stronger. Just as I reach down to get a glimpse of the toy, I notice a leg twitch and completely loose it. At seven o'clock on that Saturday morning, I can assure you, I woke up at least my floor of families existing in the apartment complex. I screeched, threw my pillow right at Boie, and nearly wiped out, trying to bust a move out of the front entrance. Yes, I am dramatic, but apparently I wasn't the first freak out of the morning. Mr. Blank was bickering with the lobby assistant about noises that have been keeping him from sleeping. "May I suggest an exterminator", Mr. Blank shouted, "this frog issue is preposterous, how do you expect me to work twelve hour days when I can't get an ounce of sleep!" I quickly came to the realization that I could not do anything without my purse, keys, phone or shoes, so I dropped my head and slugged back to my stinky room.