I'm pushing thirty.
My career sucks.
Annndd
for some reason, my landlady has made it her life's mission to make sure I walk down the aisle. But this time - she's gone too far! She rented the other side of my duplex to a guy she claims is
hot eye candy,
and get this: he has his own business!
Yep! He is:
'The Bug Guy - Licensed to Kill.'
He and I did not get off on the right foot for a slew of reasons. But then - my 30th birthday bash happened and in a rare departure from my normal behavior, I totally lost all social inhibitions (with the help of tequila) and awoke to . . .
total confusion!
Did I mention I was totally naked and
The Bug Guy's
tee shirt was
under my
bed?
Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder - well, I was proven oh-so-wrong!