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26 February So yesterday was the first day of my unexpected three day weekend! Cynthia called the plumber in the morning and then had to go out and run errands, so since I had to stay in her house to listen for the phone, she left the kids with me as well. I managed to put my foot down about the videos--not because I'm trying to train them away from Disney but because I wanted to watch The Price is Right for a damn half hour! I got my way, but it was touch-and-go. When I was a kid I didn't have control over the damn TV, I'll tell you that. And if you want to feel old, have this conversation with a four-year-old.
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So, the plumber finally called around four and said that he couldn't come, so we found the other plumber's card and called him, but his voice-mailbox was full! So, we called him every so often, and in the meanwhile I cleaned my apartment, because the bathroom needed to get all of the wet crap off the floor, and then while I was at it, if the plumber was going to have to walk through my apartment to get to the bathroom, he needed some floor to walk across! I ended up with four bags of garbage and six bags of recycling and the floor is clear and clean but the doorway is piled with the ten bags because recycling day is Thursday and my flood was a day too late.
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So I spent the day cleaning and watching Stop Making Sense and Charade on DVD and obsessively checking the list of stuff I'm selling on eBay and pouring a bottle and a half of Liquid Plumbr down my tub. And the strangest thing happened! The Liquid Plumbr worked! I used to live in the Land of the Clogged Plumbing, aka Park Slope, and Liquid Plumbr never did anything but cost $10 a bottle, but the tub drained and the toilet flushed and all was well! Screw you, plumbers that we cannot reach, we don't need you!
"News, news!" cried the curlew. From Tamar on Journal-L: " Diane Patterson (of nobody knows anything) and Darin Adler had their baby...Thursday (yesterday) morning..." I'd put the sex and name and weight, but why not let Diane tell it? I wrote her last night and told her to stop lazing around eating bonbons or whatever she's doing (she gave birth two whole days ago for heaven's sake!) and sit her sore ass down in front of the computer and tell the story!! O, and congrats, guys!
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