the case of the REAPPEARING puddle.

It all started on a Friday morning. Mark was still groggy from his nights sleep. He was busy picking his wedgie on his journey to the bathroom when suddenly he stepped into...A PUDDLE! Dun dun dun! Quickly Mark jumped in horror wondering where this mystery fluid came from. In a much more alert state of mind he lunged to the shower where he got ready for the day and made no mention of this mess to Shalon.

Quietly, the mystery fluid sat waiting for it's next victim. Shalon, who also woke up in a groggy state of mind later on that day, made her way to the bathroom not knowing what awaited her on the other side of the bathroom door. She went into the bathroom, apart of her normal daily routine, when suddenly as stealth as a band of milaysian ninjas she was attacked by the mystery fluid. Dun dun dun! She let out a squeal. Immediatly her mind began to race wondering what is this fluid? Where did it come from? Why did it attack me? And did Mark really miss the toilet that bad? Upon further examination the conclusion was made, Mark didn't miss the toilet.

Quickly and quietly Shalon disposed of the remains of the mysterly fluid hoping to never feel of it again. She went about her day as if nothing happened; as if it were all in the past. Mark and Shalon seemed to have survived this violant attack and slept peacefully thinking they would never encounter that fluid again. But they were wrong. Dun dun dun!

Saturday morning in a similar manor the fluid attacked again. This time as if learning from it's previous mistakes it attacked in a larger volume. Mark and Shalon knowing how to deal with the mystery fluid managed to dispose of it properly. This time taking all precautions and cleaning all surrounding areas to asure that this criminal act of injustice on our feet never happened again. We contacted the authorities a.k.a. the apartment maintenance guy. The mystery fluid fearing for it's life hid from Dean, the maintenance guy. Much like a child would hide from it's parents after stealing all the cookies from the cookie jar. Dean who used to be a private eye in his previous life was unable to locate the source of this mystery fluid. He went on his merry way thinking that Shalon and Mark had once and for all gotten rid of the mystery fluid. But he was wrong. Dun dun dun!

The mystery fluid sensing that we were hot on its tracks decided to attack again this time with all of its fury and might. It poured from the ceiling and made its way towards the bathroom door in an attempt to attack Mark from behind as he sat on the computer. Thank heavens for Mark's keen sense of hearing he was able to hear the water as it crept up behind. Mark, who secretly had been training his entire life for combat, sprung into action. He fought with great vigor and might. He was able to hold back the flow of this unknown liquid which oddly smelled like water, but knew that he would need backup. As if he were the master of multi tasking he fought this water and called Dean. Together, much like Batman and Robin, they tag teamed this water and as an end result our bathroom is in shambles. Don't believe us? Just look at the carnage.

The above picture is what the bathroom used to look like.

And this is the aftermath of the great battle!

Not only do we have to deal with a ghetto bathroom, but we also have this dehumidifier stuck in there. It has to be left on 24/7 howling much like a wolf howls at the moon. To make things worse, it has a tube, much like an octopus's tentical, that has to go into our sink to spew out the water that it sucks in. Lucky for us, we have been trained for such circumstances as some of you may recall we lived through much worse in our home in Idaho.