We delivered the boys their second round of sweets (we made so many it required more than one trip -- gosh we're nice!) one night after yoga. Considering all six of our hands were full o' cookies, we were super excited when we spotted all three residents of 1202 outside their building and conveniently didn't have to attempt the awkward "hey stranger, will you open the door for us because we didn't plan ahead and are awkwardly giggling about our lack of ability to do so on our own?" conversation.
The actual good part of this 1202-spotting was that the boys had rented one of those heavy-duty carpet-cleaning machines from the neighborhood Harris Teeter. Thank goodness for J (the fourth roomie, and only semi-neat one whose idea it was to rent the magical machine in the first place). Hark! Our apartment had an awesome Christmas party a few months back with lots of friends and lots of fun. In doing so, we learned the hard way that jello shot stains on the carpet are about as impenetrable as messes get. We've (read: I've) been whining about the conspicuous red splotches on the rug for months now, but had no real motivation to do anything about them other than hope I could just wish them away. Long story short, the boys across the street were more than happy to let us borrow their rental, and a few short hours later, we were more than happy with our results. Check me out:
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As roomie #3 put it, this tiny dose of collective happiness (read: faded jello stains and a carpet color almost like the one we started with a year and a half ago) is a direct result of the overall "Happiness Challenge." Yay for not one, but TWO levels of happiness. What can I say, sometimes it's the small stuff.
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