Apartment Carpet

Damn you Rita. I almost feel disappointed. It's like if you have a fight planned with a bully after school. You know you're going to lose and get the crap beaten out of you, but you've prepared all day and you've rallied your friends and you're ready for a showdown. Then the bully forgets and goes to fight with someone else instead.

Wow, that was a really tortured metaphor. Someone stop me, please. Anyway, Rita forgot to come by, but Houston sure was around...