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So everything I said in the last entry (with the exception of my Tara panic - and yes, she is intact, no missing limbs or whatnot - except, the hair?) happened before Friday. Now Friday...that was a day.
So my best friend and I were supposed to be going to try on bridesmaid dresses. Except she calls at 8 am because she's been up since 1:00 throwing up. So I ended up going alone.
First, let me say that they didn't have the list of dresses I was supposed to try on. So I'm on the cell phone and they're leafing through, all with the express purpose of trying to find just three dresses.
Then I take a look at one and immediately vetoed it as bad. Which was stupid of me, since the chances of me ending up in that dress just doubled. But it was almost identical to one I had tried on that made me look fat in pictures (and when you're a size 7, and it makes you look fat, that's just *wrong*).
So I try on the other two. The strapless one was pretty, but you could tell there would have to be extensive alterations. Hey, I'm lopsided, so I'm expecting that on any dress. But it was like the difference between the bottom half of me and the top half was about 4 dress sizes.
So it's pretty. Then I tried the second one. It fit perfectly from the waist down, but from the waist up....they kept telling me that padding would fix it. I just grabbed the boobs and pulled out. Cause to have that much padding? I'd go from and A cup to a DD cup. And seriously. I'm not kidding. there was a four or five inch difference in where my boobs were and where the fabric was.
So we took pictures of those two (the dresses, not the boobs) and I took off to get some lunch. Got home about 1:30 and sat down to eat.
So I'm eating, and I noticed an odd smell. So I started walking around, and it was all throughout my apartment. I thought maybe whatever it was was coming from outside, so I stuck my head out the door. Nope, no smell there, but it was awfully bright outside.
Going back in it struck me that my apartment was really hazy. Well duh. That's when it hit me. It was smoke!
So I go racing out of the apartment and around back to see if my neighbor is grilling, or if there's smoke coming from another building. Nope, nothing to be seen. Go running back in, and there's more smoke than before. So I grab a coat, put a leash on the dog (who tried to knock me over because he thought it was fun), grabbed the purse with all my information and high tailed it out of there, phone in hand.
So I'm knocking on my neighbors' doors, telling them all to get out and I'm on the phone with 911. Being very swift and concise.
"911. What's your emergency?"
"My apartment is filled with smoke."
"What's your name ma'am?"
"Heather _____. I live at _________. I'm out of my apartment and currently evacuating the building."
"We'll be there in just a moment ma'am."
Seriously, that was the whole conversation. Short, sweet, to the point. I'm pretty sure the dispatcher was in love with me for being Johnny on the spot with the information.
But it was funny, when I went to knock on the door of the old woman who lives downstairs, the kids she babysits opened the door then went back inside when they saw it was me (I was still on the phone at that point). I just ran on in and told Evelyn to get the kids out, that my apartment was filled with smoke.
And all of the little rugrats ran straight out the door. Which was cute, except it was 30 degrees out and not one of them grabbed a coat. So we got coats on them, then I made sure everyone was out, then went to the building next door (that butts up against mine) and got the girl out who lives in the apartment across from me. She was still in her pajamas (at 2 in the afternoon). Side note being, she's a teacher. She was enjoying her day off.
So we all stand around and here comes the fire department. 3 trucks, a cop, and an ambulance.
I'm thinking it was a slow day in town. *g*
I finally got hold of the management, and they came running over.
And it turns out it was luckily not a fire, just a piece of insulation had fallen on the heater (my heater and water heater are in a closet in the hallway) and had sparked and started smoking up the apartment. It had happened in other apartments before, but there wasn't any damage (besides smelling a bit).
So big yay on that front. although I now have to wipe down every surface in my apartment on Wednesday.
Joy. Fun. Cleaning.
So my best friend and I were supposed to be going to try on bridesmaid dresses. Except she calls at 8 am because she's been up since 1:00 throwing up. So I ended up going alone.
First, let me say that they didn't have the list of dresses I was supposed to try on. So I'm on the cell phone and they're leafing through, all with the express purpose of trying to find just three dresses.
Then I take a look at one and immediately vetoed it as bad. Which was stupid of me, since the chances of me ending up in that dress just doubled. But it was almost identical to one I had tried on that made me look fat in pictures (and when you're a size 7, and it makes you look fat, that's just *wrong*).
So I try on the other two. The strapless one was pretty, but you could tell there would have to be extensive alterations. Hey, I'm lopsided, so I'm expecting that on any dress. But it was like the difference between the bottom half of me and the top half was about 4 dress sizes.
So it's pretty. Then I tried the second one. It fit perfectly from the waist down, but from the waist up....they kept telling me that padding would fix it. I just grabbed the boobs and pulled out. Cause to have that much padding? I'd go from and A cup to a DD cup. And seriously. I'm not kidding. there was a four or five inch difference in where my boobs were and where the fabric was.
So we took pictures of those two (the dresses, not the boobs) and I took off to get some lunch. Got home about 1:30 and sat down to eat.
So I'm eating, and I noticed an odd smell. So I started walking around, and it was all throughout my apartment. I thought maybe whatever it was was coming from outside, so I stuck my head out the door. Nope, no smell there, but it was awfully bright outside.
Going back in it struck me that my apartment was really hazy. Well duh. That's when it hit me. It was smoke!
So I go racing out of the apartment and around back to see if my neighbor is grilling, or if there's smoke coming from another building. Nope, nothing to be seen. Go running back in, and there's more smoke than before. So I grab a coat, put a leash on the dog (who tried to knock me over because he thought it was fun), grabbed the purse with all my information and high tailed it out of there, phone in hand.
So I'm knocking on my neighbors' doors, telling them all to get out and I'm on the phone with 911. Being very swift and concise.
"911. What's your emergency?"
"My apartment is filled with smoke."
"What's your name ma'am?"
"Heather _____. I live at _________. I'm out of my apartment and currently evacuating the building."
"We'll be there in just a moment ma'am."
Seriously, that was the whole conversation. Short, sweet, to the point. I'm pretty sure the dispatcher was in love with me for being Johnny on the spot with the information.
But it was funny, when I went to knock on the door of the old woman who lives downstairs, the kids she babysits opened the door then went back inside when they saw it was me (I was still on the phone at that point). I just ran on in and told Evelyn to get the kids out, that my apartment was filled with smoke.
And all of the little rugrats ran straight out the door. Which was cute, except it was 30 degrees out and not one of them grabbed a coat. So we got coats on them, then I made sure everyone was out, then went to the building next door (that butts up against mine) and got the girl out who lives in the apartment across from me. She was still in her pajamas (at 2 in the afternoon). Side note being, she's a teacher. She was enjoying her day off.
So we all stand around and here comes the fire department. 3 trucks, a cop, and an ambulance.
I'm thinking it was a slow day in town. *g*
I finally got hold of the management, and they came running over.
And it turns out it was luckily not a fire, just a piece of insulation had fallen on the heater (my heater and water heater are in a closet in the hallway) and had sparked and started smoking up the apartment. It had happened in other apartments before, but there wasn't any damage (besides smelling a bit).
So big yay on that front. although I now have to wipe down every surface in my apartment on Wednesday.
Joy. Fun. Cleaning.
