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Nov. 5th, 2007 05:09 amI got my Political Thought essay finished, started moving the new firewood pile into the greenhouse, and made a lot of progress on the fanfic all in one day yesterday.
Yesterday, Dad had to turn the water off so he could fix the shower handles, faucet, and drain. After turning the water off, he and Mom had to go to Home Depot to get the stuff, and they also got a new rug for under the futon. Good thing the faucet near the shed was still running.
Last night, me and Dad were watching this movie called Mean Girls, which happened to air on TBS. Mom was making dinner at the time, and she watched part of it with us, before picking Marie up from work. After the movie ended, on came this year's Treehouse of Horror episode of The Simpsons, on FOX.
During one of the movie's commercials, I got a knife from the running dishwasher, and rinsed it off to cut some pound cake with. The left side of the kitchen sink turned out to be clogged, and I let Mom and Dad know. Mom said that she already noticed. Dad asked why Mom didn't tell him about this (or about the part of my bed that's broken, which we had to use three bricks to keep propped up). Mom told him that if she told him every single thing in this house that needs attention, he'd just cripple. I told them that when either I move out or Dad dies, I'm just going to hire someone to keep everything fixed up, but Mom suggested that I watch Dad when he unclogs the sink, since that's a pretty simple task. Dad even said that keeping this house in shape is not just a matter of maintenance; it's a matter of renovation, which he told me means just ripping everything apart and building it back up again.
Yesterday, Dad had to turn the water off so he could fix the shower handles, faucet, and drain. After turning the water off, he and Mom had to go to Home Depot to get the stuff, and they also got a new rug for under the futon. Good thing the faucet near the shed was still running.
Last night, me and Dad were watching this movie called Mean Girls, which happened to air on TBS. Mom was making dinner at the time, and she watched part of it with us, before picking Marie up from work. After the movie ended, on came this year's Treehouse of Horror episode of The Simpsons, on FOX.
During one of the movie's commercials, I got a knife from the running dishwasher, and rinsed it off to cut some pound cake with. The left side of the kitchen sink turned out to be clogged, and I let Mom and Dad know. Mom said that she already noticed. Dad asked why Mom didn't tell him about this (or about the part of my bed that's broken, which we had to use three bricks to keep propped up). Mom told him that if she told him every single thing in this house that needs attention, he'd just cripple. I told them that when either I move out or Dad dies, I'm just going to hire someone to keep everything fixed up, but Mom suggested that I watch Dad when he unclogs the sink, since that's a pretty simple task. Dad even said that keeping this house in shape is not just a matter of maintenance; it's a matter of renovation, which he told me means just ripping everything apart and building it back up again.