Not that I'm trying to get rid of you. You people crazy enough to read this silly, self-absorbed little blog of mine are my favorite people of all. (And the rest are hardly worth my time.)
What I mean by the title is rather more literal. Though not completely literal, because I never remember to take photos of the wtf in my life. So I'll have to tell you instead.
On Monday evening, it was windy. Really windy. Windy enough that it tore my storm door out. Not off its hinges, mind you--well and truly out of the wall, frame and all.
My landlord loves me.
(True: I am a wimpy, wimpy weakling. So I couldn't move the broken door out of the way. So yesterday I took my trash out by removing the storm door window and climbing through. I am a class act.)