Current Notes: GarblewharbleArrrgh...
Things are…interesting.
Turns out, we’re gonna eventually have to replace all the pipes leading in and
out of this…house, if the ones under the kitchen floor are any indication. They
looked like the ‘before’ part of a heart disease demonstration, if the model
was made of rusted metal. Beloved Hubby did what he could, but there’s leaks,
and I’m not even gonna get in to what happened when he tried to run the washer.
I have no idea what’s next.
While we tried to assess the
damage and what that means to our plans, FIL decided to step in and announce
how wonderful his kitchen is, and how much he’s enjoying it. He’s a treasure,
that one.
I’m sorry. I’m upset and a
little depressed, and truly worried for Beloved. I’m gonna encourage him to
just take a break and let things settle – and pray FIL gets a clue sometime
this century, I think he didn’t get one last century, either.
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