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At Some Point, You Just Start Laughing
  • So, we're still waiting for one more piece of battery cable harness to be delivered from Ford to Smitty's Auto. Because the "fix" they did on one of the battery cables didn't. And the new battery continues to be drained, and starting the car after more than an hour or two of being off is a near-impossibility. Not quite impossible, but ... yes, yes, I want. My. Car. Fixed. *goes, looks at the intriguingly red-tinged checkbook. Sighs*
  • Aaaand then I walk over the carpet directly above the access pipe placed in our hall. It's wet. It's someone's laundry water, complete with a delicate froth of suds. Twenty-five seconds of complete, bone-melting panic ... then we check: no water coming up in the laundry room. No water coming up in the furnace room.  On to the building's furnace room, site of so much, uhm, crap over the last few months - nope, no water, sludge or worse there. So, OK, that's not bad. The requisite call to the Good Plumbers, the requisite call to the condo association - and both respond without a hitch, with an appointment tomorrow, and a check with which to pay for said appointment. And, yes, in answer to your unvoiced question - the problem goes right back to The Plumbers From Hell of years gone by. If I could hunt them down and do them harm, I would. You doubt me? Come over and look at my hall floor, and doubt no further.
  • And then? I got some work done. And then Bob kissed me, and I hugged him. And my son came home with the Fender Esquire (a 1 pickup modern copy of the precursor to the Telecaster) that one of his friends got him for his birthday  - pause here for complete and utter happy and bewildered crogglement, Evan, you are just amazing - and father and son bonded over really loud chords. And I watched Project Runway (still watching, actually), and am cheering on four talented young designers. And I talked to my mom and vented, and made her laugh. And I vacuumed the dining room. What, you think that doesn't make me happy?
  • So, yeah. Not too bad, all told. But the car had better be fixable tomorrow, or I shall weep large and salty tears.


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Oct. 22nd, 2010 03:04 am (UTC)
Ok, this is probably cruel, but right now I'm chuckling that you have a "carpet" tag. Oh, by what our lives are measured.

I have been thinking of you mightily. *hugs* I sent the story out to several literary magazines (those what accept simultaneous subs); I'll keep ya updated. Also, take tylenol. There's some interesting studies coming out on emotional stress and acetomenophen.
Oct. 22nd, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
*grin* I'd laugh, too.

Thanks for the hugs, and I'm sending the hardest "Buy! That! Story!" vibes I can possibly shoot from my massive brain!

Acetaminophen makes me very afraid, because of the things it does to livers (of course, every drug is awful on livers) and because it rarely, if ever, did any good on any of my pain. But I'll google the thing on emotional stress. Could be interesting.
Oct. 22nd, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)
Also, *icon love*
Oct. 22nd, 2010 03:36 am (UTC)
It is cool, isn't it? It's done by the talented _pseudofriends - be welcome to take with credit!

Edited at 2010-10-22 03:37 am (UTC)
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
Wow. I would not doubt you in the least, re: wanting to do some harm to the Plumbers from Hell. Because seriously!

Many hugs, and good wishes that the car repair goes smoothly and quickly!
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
Yes, it's probably very good that I can't find them, because it would be very uncivilized to give in to my violent urges. Revenge is never the answer. Tempting though it might be.

Thanks for the hugs and best wishes, too!
Oct. 22nd, 2010 09:03 am (UTC)
Damn, and you're a journalist too. Wait, isn't that why you have minions LiveJournal? to sic onto finding scurrilous characters?

Damn, I slept through Project Runway tonight & forgot to watch the rerun. I should remember to do it on Saturday night, though.
Oct. 22nd, 2010 02:32 pm (UTC)
Yes, we journalists have crappy salaries, bad reputations, and no perceivable impact untold reserves of power and minions. And yet, I hold back because to exercise my big mouth vast influence Would Be Wrong.

As for Project Runway, it gets quite intense at the end, and not, perhaps, in the best way. I won't say more; no spoiler queen I!

Edited at 2010-10-22 02:32 pm (UTC)
Oct. 22nd, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)
I'm not a real strong swimmer so when I get tired I do the back float.

I hope you swim and float until it's time to get out of the water.
Oct. 22nd, 2010 06:58 am (UTC)
"I'm not a real strong swimmer so when I get tired I do the back float."

I like that; it's kind of Zen - and very practical. Thanks!
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