Well, many things are happening. We replaced the section of floor under the toilet, but didn't have time to put the toilet back on. The next night, I was in the basement and saw a drip. HUH? There is NO water running in the bathroom, and the toilet isn't even seated. After some investigation, we realized that it is probably coming from the water pipes to the tub. Shit. no....I mean, SHIT! Now we call the mortgage insurance folks again. They finally paid for the electric stuff that was NOT preapproved, so maybe we have a chance.
Tuesday, when I got to work, I realized I had a low tire on the van. Crapola. We have a portable air tank, as well as a compressor at work, so I timed out a few minutes early and had a maintainance dude meet me at the dock. He inflated the tire and offered much unwanted advice on what to do about it. Shut up, air it up, and go away. I'm fine. Kevin planned to check the tire in the morning and make sure all was good. Kevin overslept.
I went out at 6:30 to take the girls to Grandma's, and my tire was worse than the day before. Not flat, but way too low. I drove slowly to mom and dad's house, took the girls in, and got the key to the shop. I didn't know where Dad kept the impact wrench, so I used the tire tool. I will never make a pit crew, but I was done in about 20 minutes. Not bad for a chick.
Kevin told me to swap vehicles with him (he felt bad for forgetting, and I was unsure how well my "stomping" did at tightening the lug nuts) so I grabbed the truck. Hubba hubba. That is what rush hour SHOULD be like. Power house Ford...that's what I'M talkin' about.
He had me drive the truck today, just to be sure. Oh yeah, punish me! LOL It was awesome, and I made record time. Tonight was Survivor. Yeah, that takes on a whole new meaning in this house.
During seasons of Survivor, Thursday nights are VERY special. It means buying IBC root beer for the girls, Pringles for everyone, and beer for the adults. The house is in a frenzy until 7:00. Homework, dinner, showers, then at 7 everythingstops cold! SHHHHHH, Survivor is on. What a great season is promises to be. I'm glad to see Stephanie back, and glad to see how tough the challenges are going to be.
Well, I think I've covered most of the nonsense. I didn't mention Brett's grounding, but that's another story for another day. I didn't mention my plans for the pumpkin patch, but that's another story for another day. I didn't mention my odd affection for Pringles...oh wait, yeah I did.
See ya!
2 comments:
OH yeah I have ahd those days I posted about one in my journal last year and changing Tracys tire. Seems like you just get one thing under your belt and bam another hits you. But yeah beer makes it all better. I have a beer and a bath every night thanks to hubby.
After all the tires I've changed, I refuse to use impact guns. I've run into way too many problems because somebody over tightened them or cross-threaded them. A four-way lug wrench is the only way to go.
Also, 20 minutes for a tire change with no power tools seems to be about average. You'll never win a race in the pits, but at least it'll be done safe.
Love ya. Love ya show.
-Jaymez
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