Shiny keys moment - the windows are open and it smells like someone's made a little fire in their driveway to cook up some s'mores or something. It smells incredible. The fire, not the s'mores. I don't know that they're even cooking s'mores. Actually it might be one of the restaurants close to here that does a lot of wood fire cooking so maybe that's what I smell. Either way, it's a comforting smell and I'm totally enjoying it.
Where was I? Oh. Blurry weeks. Yeah. Well, long story short we had hot water again that Tuesday night. One of The Man's friends is a carpenter and came over to knock a hole in the bathroom wall so we could get to the heater. We had hot water not 15 minutes after the hole was made. The plumber (who bears a striking resemblance to my favorite chef, Alton Brown
) dropped by again that Wednesday morning, went over everything with a fine-toothed comb and said he didn't find anything else wrong with it. So, there's a wire in the plug cord thingie somewhere that's a little screwy, but at least we know now that's what it is and have access to the heater now.Oh yeah, and head-up-his-ass contractor finally called that Wednesday night. We didn't answer the phone (God bless caller ID). Nor did we ever call him back.
Jerk-wad.
Tuesday night we got a couple of late night phone calls from some asshat with nothing better to do with his life. The first was at midnight and we even got a message, the second at 3:15 a.m. The first one startled me so much that I couldn't get back to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, about a half hour later he called again, let the phone ring only twice this time and then hung up. So I called him back. Apparently he wasn't expecting to get a call back because he didn't answer his phone. Had I been thinking, I'd have grabbed my whistle and left a message that would've given him an internal ear piercing. Thankfully he hasn't called back. But if he does, I'm ready.
I can't remember what else I was going to write about tonight. Hmph.
