He finally came(refer to post below).
Apparently he had been calling me all morning trying to stop by.
The phone in my room was off the hook.
My bad.

It was bad news.
I am holy.
And not the good kind of holy (although I strive to be...can't you tell?).
The bad kind of holy.
I have a hole in the tub of my washer.
A big hole that pours water all over my carpet.
A big hole caused by something slipping threw the holes and grinding against the rubber liner until it punctured it.
I blame Nick.
Why?
Cause it couldn't be my fault...that's why.
And Nick is the one who stuffs his pockets with the most garbage each day.
GRRRRRR!
They are going to have to take it to the shop, take it apart and replace the tub thingy.
This may take days.
rAzzLe frAzzLe!
That's the way us sweet (holy) christian girls express our displeasure without having to be a dirty mouth swearer.