Flashback 2002...

I live in the same apartment I lived in, in 2002. Odd, rarely do you move back into the same apartment, but I did. Yesterday I had flashbacks to 2002 living with the great Ms. A, Champs-Elysées playing on our answering machine (remember answering machines), surviving early mornings with tons of Caribou coffee with Ms. L, and having my car stuck in rising water.

The same events happened last night, well just ther rising water, but I can hear the Champs-Elysées in my head right now. I was in Hilliard during the actual rain, but I came home to this...

Guy who took my nice cleaned out space during the blizzard this winter. Karma buddy, Karma!

The water came up to my front step at the highest, but I didn't think to go back out and get pictures. It was about an inch high at the front step and I'm three townhouses from the end where the deepest part was. The water went up to where only an inch of the white car's tires were showing. Poor guy he was golfing and wasn't there to move his car until the water started to go back down.

I guess at least I wasn't there and my car wasn't stuck in the water and I didn't have to call a tow truck like I did in 2002. My street just doesn't do well with loads of water all at once. Time to move?

On a side note, my co-worker found this on craigs list and I got a chuckle, hope you all have a great weekend.

An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his help in reviving her husband's libido. "What about trying Viagra?” asks the doctor. "Not a chance", she said. "He won't even take an aspirin". "Not a problem", replied the doctor. "Give him an "Irish Viagra". It's when you drop the Viagra tablet into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went". It wasn't a week later that she called the doctor, who directly inquired as to progress. The poor dear exclaimed, "Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid! Just terrible, doctor!" "Really? What happened?" asked the doctor. "Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped straight up, with a twinkle in his eye, and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent the cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there, took me passionately on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!" "Why so terrible?" asked the doctor, "Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn't good"? "Twas the best sex I've had in 25 years! But sure as I'm sittin' here, I'll never be able to show me face in Starbucks again!"