Thank goodness for small miracles

Or rather "Thank goodness for friends who live close by and are willing to take you in late at night (or was it early in the morning? I don't know) when you and your roommate have to evacuate your place because of some sewer, water, chemical thingy (I was tired and all I heard the hot fireman say was that we needed to leave until everything was clean and sanitized)."




Whatever it was, it smelled awful.




And I never imagined a bachelor pad would be this clean. John keeps saying that Angelo is a grandma about tidiness, which is staying on the record. 



John. Angelo. You guys are lifesavers. Knights in shining... pajama bottoms? I guess I should probably get some more sleep.