vomiting every 20 minutes...

well...

went to my brother and fiance's combined stag/stagette
saturday night
with a firm resolve
NOT
to drink...

ha.
ha.

drank.

woke up saturday morning with what felt like a sheet of metal
inserted in my forehead
figuratively speaking of course...
but thats what it felt like

proceeded to vomit
every
fucking
twenty
minutes
for the next
eight
yes, count 'em
eight
hours...

and the thing that really added the icing to the cake
the little fucking detail that just made the day
absolutely bloody perfect?
our insane landlord sends someone over to look at the house
with about an hours notice
so here i am
in bed
sweating vodka and puking bile
and a happy family of five is looking over the house

is that not
a perfect detail...
the kind of detail
that puts a person on a water tower

oh
and i am not drinking again...

knock knock...

one of the little boys that i look after
who has had trouble talking
and is being assessed for reasons why
told
a
joke
today
i was so excited i almost fell off my chair
it went like this:
knock knock
us: who's there
him: spiderman
and then he laughed like crazy....

i didn't say it was a funny joke

but this child has yet to put a sentence together
so this
was
amazing
and then he just wouldn't stop...
heehee
yay!

hows the house going, you ask?

hmmmmm
funny you should ask

my husband (usually referred to as ogg but just upgraded to ogg-mcgyver as of today)
(which should give you some general idea of where this post is going...)
hooked up the toilet and sink in the bathroom and fixed the radiator, so now we have heat
again...YAY!

opened the front door to the house saturday morning
to a virtual niagara falls in the living room...
water was pouring from the ceiling,
all of my husbands tools were soaked
the floor was soaked.

found out that a peice on the new toilet snapped,
causing a little hose to fall out
and hence,
the waterfall...

so we went to shut the breakers off,
and surprise! found 3 feet of water in the basement
and the furnace submerged...
and ogg informs me that he is not sure about touching the water in case
he gets
electrocuted...
he tells me this about half a minute before
he sticks his hand
in the water...
he didn't get electrocuted...

we found a subpump in the basement, just kinda floating around in the debris
odd took it up and we dried it off and plugged in
yay, it works...
went down to use it, no bottom on it, won't work...
ogg (showing mcgyver instincts) fashions out a brand new bottom
right there
out of a piece of tin, some screws and some fast drying glue
heh heh
yay! it works again

so...all in all
at the end of the day
the furnace works, the sink works, the water is turned back on
the floors are drying out, the basement is pretty much back to normal
and the toilet works...
yay!