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03.28.07 |
What'd I do last night? How very kind of you to ask! I actually had fine, lovely plans to come home, strip every binding piece of clothing from my person, leap under the covers of the too-hard queen sized bed, and not move or acknowledge one other thing in my world until morning.
Then the frantic, slightly disturbing and worrisome call came in, "Mommmmmmm, I broke the toiiiiletttt! There's water everywherrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeee. WAAAAAA."
Did I mention my commute home is roughly 45-60 minutes long, and I'd JUST left work?
So instead of coming home, stripping every binding piece of clothing from my person, leaping under the covers of the too-hard queen sized bed, and not moving or acknowledging one other thing in my world until morning, I actually, came home torn down the old toilet. Then I went to the hardware store, bought a brand new toilet, and put it all together all by myself.
It took exactly one bazillion hours. But now I have a new potty, and it's pretty and it's kinda even clean. And ther ya go. And I would be showering right now, but the old, yucky, broken toilet is still residing in the shower. Note to self: BLEACH.
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