Bus Fumes

I haven't had a haircut I've hated more since the dreaded Mithter Larry (heavy makeup, leopard skin stirrup pants (remember those?), lamb's wool vest (no shirt), Captain Jack Sparrow 10 years before the movie came out and thigh-high leather boots). Who knew he had a (thissor) thister and she was equally dangerous? Urk. I'm cropping it short again. Damn.

Night Moves

My porcelain throne did its best imitation of Old Faithful in the week small hours of the morning.


I found this out due to my downstairs neighbor pounding on my door to let me know HER bathroom light fixture was doing ITS best imitation of Victoria Falls.


After much wailing, gnashing of teeth, manic plunging and flailing around with a sponge mop, the beast was temporarily tamed.

That's the bad news.

The good news? It took four big tall brawny men (my Super, his two sons and his cousin) with great big wrenches to wrestle the problem permanently into the ground. Lawd-a-mercy, Miz Scarlett!

The other good news? I finally got this little doohickey installed. And considering the fact that I got almost no sleep and, since I was awake, I began my Spring cleaning to kill the time until the Super arrived, I'm ready to test it out right now.

Later, peeps!