A picture* is worth a thousand words, so...

[ ] <-- picture of my washing machine, in many parts all over the laundry room, with further disassembly to come.

[ ] <-- picture of the sweet drawing/note Storm made for me, on the back of the "I love you" note I put in her lunchbox

[ ] <-- picture of Lorelei still in her PJ's, playing outside at 1:30pm when I came home for lunch. She's on fall break.

[ ] <-- picture of stressed out me, with the job/money situation

[ ] <-- picture of me wearing ...oh shit, how'd that get in here! ;)



*note... some imagination required to view images

a stitch in time goes to hell in a handbasket

I've spent all eve with a wrench in hand. So far:
-neighbor's shower is fixed. that went well at least.
-the washing machine is futher apart, but not fixed. for the life of me I can't find anything broken. i suspect the clutch, but I can't find a motive or weapon. i have resigned myself to paying someone.

...and last but not least...
[drumroll]

-i went to fix the dripping faucet in my shower, and now the house has no water. yep. it takes talent, let me tell you.

in case you're wondering how one accomplishes this, one inherits a very stuck shower faucet, applies wrench to persuade said faucet, and something makes a breaking noise inside the wall. plumbing is substandard and you can't just shut off the bathroom or the shower. you have to shut it all off. so now something is broken inside the wall, and the house has no water.

i'm thrilled, in case you haven't guessed.