My roommate is not known for his attention to detail, and this includes keeping on top of expiration dates and removing rotting food from the fridge.  Knowing this, about once a week I spend some time going through the contents of our community refrigerator - removing hairy strawberries, watching cheese age before my eyes, and reluctantly scraping leftovers not even fit for starving, stray dogs.  I would tell him he should do this himself, but I honestly, I prefer to know that the job has been taken care of, and I can fall asleep at night knowing I do not have to worry about picking a rotten onion out of the drawer when I am making mashed potatoes. (more…)

September 25th, 2008 | Funny, Friends, Roommates | 1 comment

Our landlord called today and told us we need to move out.  His reason?  He is having trouble finding people to rent the vacant room because there are three Pit Bulls that live here.  Nice.  I will save the Pit Bull discrimination sob story for another post, but basically this breaking news means we have about 45 days to further liquidate our belongings, figure out a plan of action for San Francisco, and actually find a place to live that is within our meager price range that accepts ‘vicious’ dogs. (more…)

September 15th, 2008 | Adventures with Dogs, Roommates, The House | 1 comment