What Rachel paid me to get her bag from her car. 

Some may call it low, but hey, I'm running out of clean clothes.

That's Right. This pumpkin has a mustache, a pipe, and a monocle.

Our Littlest Roommate

We have this tiny roommate, who sometimes is so small she's hard to find. She is cute and quirky and we love her. The other day she came out of the kitchen looking like this. 

The best part was that she just smiled and didn't seem to realize there was anything odd about her appearance. Oh, Little One. 

(But don't let appearances completely fool you. All of us big roommates agree that if we were kidnapped by a band of pirate-y mean-folk, this Little One would be our rescuer. She's tear the place apart. In this outfit.) 

Indian Style

Today Erin sent a real life smoke signal to our neighbor. 

It was awesome. The only danger happened when the smoking item flew down to the carpet and gave the barefooted Erin a little grief. Otherwise the smoke signal was a complete success. 

Doorbell Ditching

Even though our doorbell doorbell-ditches us and we loath it with a fiery passion, we decided to doorbell-ditch some neighbors of ours. So we left them this Dino. 

(We kept the snail) But we left the Dino with a poem, holding two ziplock bags filled with pancakes and syrup. The pancakes were still warm so we had to leave one bag unzipped so they didn't sweat everywhere. 

Instead of running pell-mell in all directions we sat at a picnic table 30 feet from their front door. We were calm and collected and hardly watched them stare in confusion at the plastic offering. 

I feel I need to mention that we do not know these neighbors. We simply had leftover pancakes. 

Our dishwasher gallops. 

Microwave? We have a Microwave?

So, you know that moment when you learn something that is so blatantly obvious you want to crawl under a rock and stay there for the rest of your life? Rachel had one of those moments today.

Rachel discovered that our apartment has a microwave today. This is the third week we have lived in the apartment. She has been in constant battle with the toaster oven and oven to warm her food. All of us roommates have seen her do odd things such as her eating thawed burritos or being frustrated at the time it takes to cook certain food items. None of us realized she had no clue a microwave was included in her rent.

Her world expanded by that much when she heard the beeping to alert another roommate that their food stuff was warmed quickly and to perfection. Her squeal of joy and horror was possibly heard in other states. The laughing from all us roommates was possibly heard from space.