whose/who's fault is it?

i don't know which whose/who's to use. i think it is whose but sean says "since it's possessive" or something smart like that i dunno i wasn't listening really, that it should be who's. anyway, here is the scoop.

we came home from work today and i was feeling super stressed. it was one of those work days where i was so irritated by every outside noise. like if you breathed funny i wanted to punch you in the face. okay it wasn't that bad, but there was so much "noise" going on from everywhere!

i work in a room with 3 other people. we used to not have a door on our office. then one day they put one on because they were re-modeling and it was kind of loud. i actually screamed one day because i thought someone fired a gun when i walked out of the room but it was just a staple gun or something. anyway, we LOVED the door. seriously it was like a million times better than double-ply toilet paper. i cannot tell you how much we loved it. everyone else had doors. so we felt like this was totally fair.

well one day we came to work, and our door was gone. it was awful. today i really wanted that door. i sit right by the no-door. i call it that because there is not a door there. anyway, i can hear everyone in their offices that have doors, talking as loud as they can, without shutting their doors. it frustrates me. they have no idea how lucky they are. and they totally take their doors for granted.

anyway, today they had a meeting going on in the break room that is right next to our department. we had no door, so had to hear everything. then, the phones would not stop ringing and we had to answer them because the receptionist was gone and i think i hung up on like 6 people and also we got over 20 calls from a spanish telemarketer. sigh. i was stressed and this weird noise was coming from the vent every 30 minutes.

okay, it really wasn't like that bad. but i think it was just one of those irritable days. so we came home and sean decided that he was going to be all productive and crap and go christmas shopping. i decided to take a nap. well that didn't happen because my neighbor decided it would "be fun to turn the snow blower into a fun game for the kids even though it is super loud and people might be taking a nap because it is 5:30 pm afterall" finally after the windows started vibrating i opened the door and he saw me and then probably realized that the sound was incredibly unpleasant and stopped the machine.

i sighed a sigh of relief. then his kid decided to cry for 20 minutes outside in the cold snow. probably because his dad stopped all the fun cuz i looked annoyed. great. now i am a fun ruiner for kids. i sat in our front room and listened to him cry for 15 minutes. then i opened the front door. all of the neighbors looked at me. probably thinking that i am a really annoying neighbor that is sensitive to sound or something. i normally am not but it's just been one of those days.

so the boy kept crying and i sat on the couch. then my neighbors in the duplex we share (not the ones with the snow blower) decided to play a mix of Dance Dance Revolution and World of Warcraft all at the same time. it was like disco techno music and guns firing had a baby and created this awful noise.

so i then wished i would have gone shopping like sean.

and then i saw a light at the end of the tunnel.
but it wasn't really a light.
it was a candle.
no, it really was a candle.
and it was burning.

hmmm...i thought. sean must have lit that before he went shopping. then he came home, and surprised me with the cutest Lady and The Tramp ornament for our baby tree. this has a lot of meaning to me because when my little sister passed away, this was the show we were watching.

anyway, after that sweet moment, i asked sean why he lit the candle and left while i was sleeping, or trying to sleep. that is like leaving it on while a child is home alone. not a good idea.

he said he didn't light it.

UM. WHAT.

our candle has been on for over 24 hours. i say on like it is an electronic device but i mean on as in like burning.

i am in shock and feel like an idiot. how could we let this happen? how lucky are we that nothing happened??

we are still trying to figure out whose fault it is though.

facts:
i lit the candle yesterday when i got home from work.
it sits in our front room.
it is green and pine scented.
we bought it 2 weeks ago at Target.
sean was the last person to go to bed.
although i wasn't really asleep. i just left the room and went to the bedroom.

i'm not sure if i should take the blame for this one. it is kind of our routine to blow out the candles, turn off the christmas lights, and lock the doors. so in a way i could really push this on sean. however, i lit the candle. man, i dunno.

i can't be trusted with that kind of "adult/responsible" stuff. too much pressure. sigh.

anyway, whose fault should it be?

now we are watching The Biggest Loser and "apparently" our duplex is leaking and that is why our water pressure has been low and our water hasn't been as warm as it should be. sean blamed it on me and my long showers but he can't use that excuse all the time because i don't shower as much as i should and also, sometimes i don't shower in the mornings because i want sean to have a warm shower. (and also because i woke up 5 minutes before i am supposed to be at work but that is besides the point) because that is how much i love him. marriage means sacrifice.

so now all this loud banging is going on under the house so the pipes can get fixed and sean is singing "Fa Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra...Ra Ra Ra Ra" that is from The Christmas Story.. and i freaking want to blow some shi-- up.

------- hold on, the door just rang.

oh great, i was just told that "the water pipes broke and will be off for the rest of the night."

guess i can't shower in the morning. or brush my teeth. or drink water and not die. oh well. mostly i just mean that i probably can't pee. cuz i probably won't do the other stuff. this reminds me of this story.

sean says "we get one flush in the potty, and to make it count." this should be fun.

and, does anyone else think that Rebecca on The Biggest Loser looks like a totally different person? i mean hair, body, face, everything?! i really think she hired someone to pretend to be her so she could win and they would split the winnings. i smell a conspiracy. anyone else?