Dear Awkwardness,

Remember that time that I was at a friend's house using the bathroom when I discovered that they were out of toilet paper.  And remember how as I was searching through all their cupboards and drawers (grateful that the bathroom was small enough that everything was within reach) that her roommate opened the door (again, I was grateful that the room was small enough that I could push it closed quasi-immediately).  Yeah, that was fun.  Thank goodness for lessons learned in India.

Grateful for handsoap,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

What was the deal with all of the roadkill on the road in front of the pet cemetery I drove past on the way to Madison the other day?  Do you have some sort of twisted sense of humor or something?  Well, having learned from recent experience that non-relatives don't appreciate stories about dead pets and animals, at least I know not to bring this up in conversation.

Best,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

It's a good thing that our landlords love my roommates and I, but still... If it were just the fact that in the past year the landlords paid for a new fridge (after the chunky milk disaster), hired maintenance to fix our door (which is starting to break again), and covered the cost of fumigation of the apartment (courtesy of the bed bugs) then I wouldn't feel terrible, but that is not all. In addition, this week, our dishwasher completely died and two days later the washing machine followed suit. I'm not too surprised that some of our appliances should have problems because they haven't been replaced in over a decade or since the fire that half burned down the apartment two years ago. (Don't judge. My apartment is actually pretty great...) Having to ask our landlords to pay for all of this is the truly embarrassing part of it all. I'm just glad that they're understanding.

Here's to hoping nothing else breaks down this year,
Rachel