check out my plumber’s crack
the other day, Erika painted the bathroom. She had to move the sink and vanity, and ever since the faucet has been reduced to a trickle.
it was not her fault! She did a great job! It just seems that the sudden change in air pressure in the pipes knocked some crud loose in the cold water supply line, and it clogged up the aerator. I think it’s a conspiracy on the part of the plumbing, but it won’t win: Erika can wield a mean wrench!
After I cleaned out the aerator, I decided to change our crappy showerhead with a new one. We tried to use it once before and we didn’t like the flow. Why does it work now? I took out the stupid low-flow thing.
I almost can’t wait until my shower tomorrow morning!
February 26th, 2004 at 5:39 am
This post on a shower head reminds me a of a story: *music cued*
So…it was our two year anniversary….we were in love….trying really hard to not still do it in the aisle at the grocery store. I was hoping for a diamond….and the smell of diamonds were in the air. My hubby, then boyfriend, told me that we were going out for dinner to celebrate our anniversary and we were going to go “pick out” my present. “Pick out……” those words kept ringing in my ears. I imagined 1/4 carats, 1/2 carats, platinum, white gold, silver….the possibilities were endless. He said he had a few errands to win as well, taking me from Walmart to Rite Aid and then to Home Depot. He seemed to have a spring in his step as we entered the Home Improvement Store. He headed toward the back, and I then realized…”we don’t need anything in this store…” He then got to the back of the store, his back turned to a display I couldn’t see…he then, with his shit eating grin said, “Uh….here is your present..pick out whichever one you want..” What could possibly be behind him……..?
My eyes grew wider as he moved out of the way and showed exactly WHAT my present was. Showerheads. Yes, all of you that are sitting there with your mouth open…..SHOWERHEADS. He beamed from ear to ear…”Pick out whichever one you want…” I was thinking in my head, “I take all those good things I was thinking of you back” and choked back my vomit as I picked out the most expensive damn shower head they had.
February 26th, 2004 at 8:34 am
Sigh… Being the subject of this story, let me just tell you that Tart has taken liberties with this story and the reader needs to be assured that this was a stupid thing on the subject’s part that should have never happened and is not representative of the subject’s neverending and overly abundant expressions of love for his wife.
February 26th, 2004 at 9:11 am
amytart took liberties with a story?! noooo…can’t be!
February 26th, 2004 at 9:23 am
Listen you two…if you think I’m going to let you gang up on me….you’re wrong. THe story is 100 percent accurate..it’s just not a good example of how he is NOW.
February 26th, 2004 at 9:35 am
*lol* I heart Amy’s stories, embellished or not. Wondering just how embellished is what makes them so priceless.
February 26th, 2004 at 9:41 am
Just for the record…it wasn’t embellished.
February 26th, 2004 at 10:06 am
Amy -
The boys are just jealous because they don’t have your fabulous storytelling skills.
February 26th, 2004 at 10:22 am
You guys are beginning to scare me. Must be something in the WATER in Boston!
February 26th, 2004 at 12:06 pm
Examples of embellishment: “his shit eating grin,” He beamed from ear to ear…”Pick out whichever one you want…”
Examples of truth: 2 plus 2 is 4, I adore Amytart
Is this “I’ll Talk To You On Jay’s Comments” Day?
February 26th, 2004 at 12:48 pm
Um..let’s make it - Make Jason’s comments big day.
And no embellishments..that’s how I remember it. So THERE.
February 26th, 2004 at 1:34 pm
and to think, I thought you were all very interested in the work we were doing around the house.
if your memories are embellished, are they true? Hrmmmm…philosophy, minorthird-style
February 26th, 2004 at 1:37 pm
It’s not even an issue because I didn’t embellish DAMN IT!
February 26th, 2004 at 6:31 pm
do you people WORK?
;-)