AND THE (new) WINNER IS...

For awhile now, I've been singing the praises of my current roommate, Sparky.  I've even lavished him with the title of best roommate I've ever had, which for those of you who know me, know that is saying a lot.

Starting today, well, actually it should have started a few weeks ago, but officially, I am hereby denouncing Sparky as best roommate ever, and giving that title to the former first runner-up, Kyle.  Since the previous winner was unable to complete his reign, the duties now fall to Kyle, whom I have every confidence can shoulder the considerable burden of said title.

Why the change, you ask?  I shall refer you to the flea circus, formerly known as our living room, for the short answer.  Yes, we have been quietly coexisting with our flea captors for almost two months now, much to my constant protestations.  However, as our apartment managers will point out, I am not on the lease and therefore have no rights, nor do my complaints register.

In spite of my requests, nee, pleas to Sparky for a remedy to our infestation, he has decided to loll off into his own world, floating along in the sea of filth that our home has become, only to punctuate that time with brief visits to local hospitals for Coca-Cola induced panic attacks.

Did I also mention that one of his cats pushed my door open and urinated on my bed while yours truly was in the hospital?  Do you have any idea how impossible it is to rid yourself of that foul stench?

Gotta run - the fleas say that "computer time" is over.