We've been robbed!

I will try to keep my swear word substitutes to a minimum, but I am very angry so we'll see how this goes.

Have you ever seen "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days"? In that movie, the girl buys the guy a love fern. It was just a fern that represented their love. Nerdy, but adorable.

For my first Valentine's Day with Sam (2007), I bought him a love fern. It was more of a pine tree. He has moved to Fresno and back, and Denver and back with it. We have watered it and loved it. It was our love fern.

Our apartment complex management is insane and they won't let anyone have things on their balcony. We can only have patio furniture and barbecues. Patio furniture includes potted plants though so our love fern was safe! Or so we thought...

Our love fern disappeared! I called the apartment management and they told me to talk to the maintenance crew. I went to the maintenance office and they took me to the storage facility. Everything confiscated was placed in storage. We looked and looked and couldn't find it. I went home and called the apartment management again. They told me they would find it since everything confiscated is always placed in storage. Then they would call me back.

A few hours later, the maintenance supervisor called me to apologize. He had forgotten to specify to his crew that "patio furniture" included potted plants so they had removed our plant. While trying to get it over the balcony, it had been dropped, had broken, and had been thrown away.

It is ridiculous that this means so much to me, but it is something we have had since we were barely dating. We planned on planting it in our front yard when we bought our first house. We always said we were watering it to keep it alive like we were keeping our love alive (I know that the plant being gone doesn't mean our love is dead).

I want to just forget about it but I feel like we have been robbed. Violated. I wish they had brought us the broken plant and we could have tried saving it. Who "accidentally" steals someone's property, breaks it, and then just throws it away?!

They offered to buy us a new one or let us buy a new one, turn in the receipt, and have our rent credited. That doesn't seem like enough. I don't want a new one. It was irreplaceable. Argh!

Warning to everyone who reads this blog: NEVER LIVE AT THE BRANBURY! They will make your life miserable. And they won't even feel bad about it.

Anyone want to buy my contract? (So maybe I am not a good salesman.)

That circle is where our love fern used to live before it was murdered.

Goodbye, love fern. You were awesome!