I feel like Percy the Prefect over here

I made a complaint with the apartment complex about little Cujo. So we shall see. I feel all aflush with power now.

My next mission? The cigarette smell under my bathroom sink. Am pretty sure it means a neighbor is using his/her bathroom as a secret smoking spot. (And no, residents are not allowed to smoke inside the apartments.) Last night I could smell smoke the second I stepped into the bathroom, and I made GH get his crippled body up out of bed to come in and sniff the air to verify that I was not losing my mind. He could smell it too. He didn't care in quite the rabid way I do, but that's because he hasn't actually gone under our bathroom sink in the last two month cuz, you know, cripple.

So I'll be going over to the people who live on the other side of the wall and pulling a Meryl-Streep-as-Mrs.-Fox: "If what I think is happening . . . is happening? It better not be."

Whoo hoo! Anyone else have a problem they'd like to sic me on?

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