Well, there is the poltergeist - you know, the guy haunting my house, rotting the wood at the eaves and the gutters? And rusting out the water heaters and breaking the tv? Oh, you thought he was gone with the last visit from the plumbers?
Really, how naive of you. He was just plotting his next move - taking it up a notch in the process. So, when JWH rolled on downstairs earlier this week and was greeted by a drip, drip, drip from the 2nd floor hall light fixture, were we surprised? Not so much. This particular fixture happens to be directly under our master bath tub, the one we have seriously spent $1400 on in the last year, fixing the drain, the trap, the cartridge... Remember, the one whose repair left this hole?
That I finally repaired this spring?
Yeah, I suspect it will be opened back up in no time.
We are currently in denial and using only the downstairs tub. I just cannot deal. At all.
And, as stated above, I have additional proof that it's all just out of hand. See, I bought a skirt a month ago to wear to a party. I wore it, I liked it. And then I lost it.
I was going to wear it again to the reunion last weekend. Except I could not find it. I looked and looked and looked and waited for all the dry cleaning to come back. Nope. Lost. Who does that? Who loses clothing?!?
Me, apparently. So I sucked it up and ordered a new one. They were at least having a 30% off sale. Small victories.
That's all I got.