Last night, I witnessed my own Christmas miracle. Not to be confused with my birthday miracle that happened when the free dryer magically re-appeared.
No, this is a legit gift from Santa and the other “big guy” above.
In fact, I’m so happy right now, that I want to scream it from the rooftop.
And I can do that, without having to take the stairs!!
Wait, what am I jabbering on about?
Oh just that my apartment building elevator is FIXED.
*insert the sound of angels singing*
No sh*t, my elevator has been out of order since the end of August (one week after my birthday to be exact).
My building is five floors and I’m on the fourth, which means, my a** has been hauling up four flights of stairs one to three times a day since then.
I’ve done those stairs drunk, hungover, loaded down with laundry, carrying groceries and dragging suitcases. No kidding, it almost gave me a heart attack a few times.
But now, NO MORE.
Yes, I feel like my legs are like two blocks of steel and I can easily do short bursts of stairs in other buildings, but now, I’m ready to ride that elevator, all day long!
Sure, dragging groceries and suitcases sucks, but the worst part is making my friends take the stairs. No kidding, I haven’t had many people over since the elevator went out because I felt bad making them walk up the stairs. I’m not a walk-up kind of girl. Now, party at my place!!
I’m so happy right now.