Master Plumbers and Maybe, Maybe, Maybes

There were two plumbers here today to lay some pipe. Long, sturdy pipe. It’s okay if you’re queuing the music. I know the tune because it’s in my head too. Baw Chicka Baw Baw. It’s extra loud given that these gents, unlike my previous encounter with Plumber Jim, are quite attractive and not douche nozzles. … More Master Plumbers and Maybe, Maybe, Maybes

Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part Two: The Winter of My Discontent and Disgruntlement)

The decision to let Bessie go is what brought boiler salesman Charles-Charlie-Call Me Paul into my life.  Hey, I’ll call you Twinkle Toes McGee if it gets me a deal.  Seriously though, Parents of the World, don’t name kids a Jr, a III, a IV, and then call them by their middle name, making it … More Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part Two: The Winter of My Discontent and Disgruntlement)

Single Girl Home Owning: Sewage Edition (AKA How I Spent an Evening with Plumber Jim)

On a good day I have my morning hustle down to a pat 30 minutes from feet on the floor to keys in the ignition.  The Type A in me prepares everything the night before so the not such a morning person, more likely to grunt than talk before coffee me has no idea what … More Single Girl Home Owning: Sewage Edition (AKA How I Spent an Evening with Plumber Jim)