Not mine (this time), my mother’s. A talk with my distraught mother today as she chronicled the problems she is having with the plumbing in her house. “The end of this year, especially the last two months, has been horrible.” She said. Preaching to the choir mom, preaching to the choir.
In a ironic twist, even as an unemployed person I am financially better off than she, so I might be helping to pay to fix her plumbing before I pay to fix my own. I only hope that karma pays me back for this, since it’s doubtful that my mother will most likely not be able to do so.
Fuck you, 2016!
Be safe. Be as happy as you can. Hopefully we’ll all be able to see each other in 2017.
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
Well phooey. We have some plumbing issues, but I think I know what’s going on and can fix them.
After leaving the sofa mostly in place yesterday, my consolation prize was an R/C helicopter found behind the sofa, that was apparently a hidden present from some years ago. I got it charged and a little flying in the mancave last night. It has a tiny camera, so might be interesting to play with.
We’re off to the wilds of East Alabama tonight for fire throwing! An old tradition that can be traced back to Eastern Europe (if I remember). One of Debbie’s horsey friends family, should be fun.
Hope to see you all at Cheddarhead.
-FP
Not at work today, attempted to sleep in, didn’t work. So, watching some TV until I get motivated.
No plumbing issues that I know of here.
It’s looking like Cheese Spread & Randy are not coming to town, 50s & rain are not making it sound like fun. 80s & sunny in FL where they live does sound a whole lot better.