When It Rains, It Pours..Right Into Your Living Room

My plan when I got home from work on Saturday was to shower, get ready for a night on the town and then head out for Jaqui's birthday hoopla. My plan was not to run around my bedroom in a towel, frantically picking up my belongings off the floor and then watch in horror as my living room became drenched in bathroom water. But, alas, life does not always go as planned.
I made it to the part in my plans where I shower. This is when one of my roomates, Emily, came into my bathroom to ask me something. Little did she know that when she leaned against my bathrrom sink..it would fall of the wall. I poked my head out of my shower to find her sitting on the floor, the sink underneath her, and water spraying out of two pipes coming from the wall. Not immediately understanding how much water was pouring out of my wall, I started laughing. 10 minutes later, standing in my towel, I was crying. And screaming. The water was gushing out of my bathroom and filling my room. As I made my way downstairs I discovered water was now pouring from the celing of the livingroom. Not dripping..pouring.
I will spare you the gory details of drywall raining from the ceiling and water running down the walls. Instead I will fast foward to Sunday morning. It's 11:30 and I am still in bed. There are jumbo fans and dehumidifiers filling my room and the livingroom below me. There is also the faint odor of..gas? No. Electrical fire? Yes. Apparently it's not ok to plug in several industrial size appliances and leave them running all night, especially when the wires in your house have been around since the world still knew Yusuf Islam as Cat Stevens. First a flooded bathroom, then a (tiny) fire in the attic. Oh, and my landlords live in Michigan.


But hey, there are other things to worry about. I just got a new purse at Dillards, and I can't decide if I need a new wallet to match. It's been bugging me all day...