How’s my Christmas going, you ask?
Burst water pipe in the apartment above me.
Gaping hole in my ceiling.
My bed, directly in the splash zone, completely, absolutely, soaked.
It’s the week before Christmas. My landlord can’t fix the mess until after the holidays.
What’s a girl to do? Drink an entire bottle of Merlot, of course.
So I do that.
Then I drunk-dial my ex-boyfriend’s co-worker. The incredibly hot, incredibly sexy, Ward Lewington.
He asks me to move in with him for the holidays.