On Saturday, Ryan comes to me and says "I think we're going to need to put in a maintenance request. The toilet is leaking." I lovingly responded with "What did you do?!"
So it turns out that the toilet wasn't leaking...the sewer line to the building was clogged and the back up was seeping up through our apartment floor in the bathroom, down the hallway, and into the dining room. Now to ease your imaginations, it wasn't like poopy water coming up but it was a musty gross smelling water. A guy then came on Sunday to clean the floors. He first sucked up five and a half gallons of water before proceeding to clean the carpet. They have been really good about responding promptly - which is good because we don't want to flirt with wet subfloor and mold! They are expected to come today to rip up the toilet and see where the leak originated. Oh and don't worry, ours was the only apartment affected to this degree..:/
Also, our dryer died yesterday - but only after we'd already done two loads in the washer. Ha! Thankfully we were able to dry a load at a friend's house and the rest is hanging throughout the apartment on doors and stuff. Lots of hanging underwear around here. We've tried everything to fix it - we've kicked it and yelled at it. We even threatened it with a screwdriver but then we had to go to church. We haven't actually had time to look at it or look up what to do.
The End.
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