Oh FFS...
Got the kids, give my wife back her car... came back home & go to wash a pot so I can make some Mac & Cheese for the little blighters, and the sink drain blows apart, dumping a sinkful of water in all the crap under the sink.
Ifni save me, I swear as soon as my wife gets home I'm going to bed.
mnem
The monsters can't get me under all these covers!!! Right?!? Right? right...?
How the hell did that happen? Did the slip joint on the elbow assembly give way?
*BINGBINGBINGBINGBINGBINNNG!!!* Give the man a Kewpee doll!!!I notice you have no comment on the monsters vs covers issue...
*Cue Flash-forward music...* So I'm under the sink with huge slip-joint pliers and an aching back after moving everything and mopping up the water with several towels... but otherwise pretty pleased with myself, since I managed to get every joint tight without cracking any of them, and only pinched my finger once...
*RATTLE-RATTLE... Creak of front door opening... *Whummp* *Clomp-clomp-clomp* "Daddy. whatchoo dooin' under there..." as my son gallumphs into the kitchen, clumsily stomping right on my ankle before I even realize what's happening.
"AIIIEEEEEE!!!!" *THUDDD-CLUMP!!!* my head smacks into the bottom of the Dispose-All, and at the same time the pliers fall down right on my nose, making my eyes water. I drag myself out from under, but my son has disappeared like vapor. *~POOF!~*
"Fuckin' Owwwww..." I grunt with eyes half-shut, sitting up against the cupboard doors and rubbing the greasy bump on my forehead.
"Daddeee... why you crying...?" I look up and it's my daughter, real worry in her eyes.
"Aww baby grrl... I'm not..." I start to say, but before I know it she's in my lap, arms wrapped around me and squeezing me tight.
I sigh softly, then smile as I wrap my great big gorilla arms around her and hold her, just soaking it in.
Baby grrl hugs are the best. mnem
"Life goes on."