Oh man, tutu operation just got busted. Cover is blown. Actually, cover never existed. I mean, there is a hose duct taped to the bathtub faucet that leads out of the bathroom and into a bedroom where there is a kiddie pool full of water and tutus. You try to make up a cover story for that.

Anyway, landlords played a surprise visit today to fix a leak in the other bathroom (completely unrelated to tutus) and stumbled upon the hose. Oh man. The husband was just completely baffled. I managed to convince them it was all over and no big deal, but about two minutes after they left the wife came back and freaked out.

So I think Operation Clean Gross-Ass Tutus has come to an early termination point. Alas, we still have lots of gross-ass tutus.

Labels: apartment, ballet, tutus