seriously.

Last week our landlord stopped by and asked Eli and I if we'd like a new wardrobe. Little did I know that saying yes would turn into an Ordeal.

So the story is that the landlord's kids have moved into the guy's second apartment, except they wanted different closets so we are moving out our current wardrobe (which is small) and moving in one of the ones from the other apartment. My landlord said his son and a guy would come by tonight after 6:30 to do the move.

At 8pm, my landlord called me to tell me the guys were coming up. I had 10 minutes to take out all of our clothes from the wardrobe and empty Eli's Drawer of Crap and move everything to make way for the new wardrobe. Somewhere along the line, I came back into the bedroom and I heard a hissing sound, like an egg frying quietly. At first I thought it might be the wind blowing through the window, since it tends to make weird noises, but this was a very distinct burning noise. So I finally managed to locate the source of the hissing and I realized somehow one of Eli's batteries had come in contact with a metal cup, both from the Drawer of Crap which I had put in a shopping bag. The battery was definitely sizzling. I panicked and managed to tweeze the battery out of the bag and now it is sitting quietly in the bathroom where it cannot harm anyone.

The men came up and first moved out our wardrobe and then started constructing the new one, piece by piece. While moving the old one out, they knocked over one of our shelf-drawer things in the living room, sending little rocks from our cactus flying. Our neighbors must be pissed because it's 10pm and they're still banging away. My landlord just arrived to oversee the job and to make me uncomfortable and guilty that our house isn't in perfect order (ha! order is a stretch for what it is right now). The good news is we have a huge closet that's almost ready, and after wanting to reorganize my stuff for so long, now I'm being forced to. Though we are moving out soon. That is so scary.