After a few margaritas with friends, I came home tonight to find that my father, who is visiting from L.A. supposedly to help me pack, knew since about 3:00 pm that there was a little red piece of paper on my door from Southwest Gas. Why is it red, you ask? Wellllll... because they turned my gas off. Apparently I haven't paid a bill in 2 months. YES! Way to go, Louise.
So now I have to get it turned back on tomorrow just to turn it off again on Sunday. I didn't want to be mad at him but his response to why he didn't tell me was because he thought I purposely turned it off to save time. Why he thought that I would go without hot water or burners for four days I don't know. But that's his story and he's sticking to it. He did help me bubble-wrap glasses since yesterday. I guess I shouldn't be mad but I'm kind of a bitch.
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