a weekend of deprivation

First, it was the power, knocked out by an overnight storm. Second, it was the water, shutdown by the gusto of an amateur do-it-yourselfer.

Matt hooked up our new faucets last weekend, and they worked perfectly. This morning, however, he took to nitpicking, and determined that one connection was leaking slightly. Unable to just let it go for the time being, he decided to fix it. I was all for it, as I'm not one to discourage random acts of home improvement.

He putzed with it for a while, and then concluded that we needed a new compression fitting or something and a valve. No big deal. We could still use the water if we put a bucket under the leak, so it wasn't a problem. And then, in a moment of over-confidence, he made it so we could not. I don't know quite what he did, but at this point, we have no water.

He went to Menards to get a pipe cutter. He returned home and promptly broke the pipe cutter to a soundtrack of mumbled obscenities.

"Did you read the directions?" I asked.

He then read the directions and discovered that he had used it incorrectly. Sweet. Now, he's back at Menards, and I'm trying to cook dinner without water. It is a real pain, especially when you have a hankering for spaghetti carbonara.

beyond jittery

You know that point you hit when you've had so much caffeine you feel like you've been drinking? I'm dangerously close. Today, feeling like absolute crap from my kettlebell class yesterday, I needed a hit of caffeine. Unable to control myself, I bought both iced coffee and iced tea and even managed to score a cup full of chocolate covered espresso beans. Yeah. So, even if you are able to schmooze a cup of beans from the barista doesn't mean you should eat them all in one sitting. You'd think I would have learned by now.

damn, it feels good to be a gangsta

When I was out walking Vegas today, I spotted a house that had been tp'd last night. Now that's some bad luck. Upon getting a little closer, I noticed that the offenders hadn't used cheapo toilet paper, oh no. They had sprung for the fancy two-ply soft stuff. Punks must have it pretty good.