The Magnitude Of My Greatness

Catching up now from this weekend...time sure flies!

Work sucked the fun out of last week, and I was so ready for the weekend when it rolled around. The Hubbs and The Princess picked me up at the train, and we all (okay, The Hubbs and I) decided on the way home that making dinner was completely overrated for that evening. So, being the irresponsible food fiends that we tend to be from time to time, we ordered food from Dusty's. Lord, I love a place that will not only deliver pizza, but nachos, soda, chicken, sammies...whatever you could want, really. I had me some life-changing nachos, and I didn't even have to go out to get them. :)

On Saturday I glanced at the thermostat and realized it was time to change the furnace/air conditioner filter. I love me a thermostat that does my rememberin' for me. Otherwise it'd never get done.

So down the stairs I went to change the filter, la-di-da, not a care in the world. I took the cover off and - oh, dear God, no - there was a puddle on the floor. There was water leaking out of the air conditioning unit, onto the top of the furnace, and from there it was splooshing its way onto the concrete.

Changed the filter, freaked out for about 0.3, and did what any self-respecting gal would do...I called my mommy. She came over and we figured it out together - it was the line that drains the condensation from the air conditioner, and the hose was clogged. This caused the water to back up and leak at the connection to the air conditioning unit.

One trip to the Cheapo, and two hours later, we returned with replacement parts, Wendy's for dinner, and a couple of new plants (a rubber tree for me - Cheech - and a palm for my mom - Chong). You see, like many things in this house, the drain line was jury-rigged to within an inch of its life. After removing miles of duct tape we decided to do it right.

Once we got downstairs it took a whopping 5 minutes or so to connect the new stuff and string the hose through to the sump pump. Add this to the repairs I've done (some with, some without my momma) on the washing machine, dryer, lawn mower and dishwasher, and I'm pretty stinkin' proud of myself.

Oh, I can't neglect to mention the happy side effect of this minor disaster...we actually have a laundry room again! All of the crapola that was piled in the middle of the rug had to move, so now it's all pretty and clean...I even vacuumed.

Sunday morning I asked The Hubbs if he wanted to see what we replaced on the air conditioner, and I followed him down the stairs...almost knocking into him as he came to a dead halt and went, "Holy shit."

Don't tell me that SOB is leaking again!! is all that was going through my head. Amazingly, all that came out when I opened my mouth was, "What?"

By this time I had forgotten about the big clean spot in our otherwise trashed basement, but he was quick to point it out. This, my dear readers, is the biggest accomplishment around here in quite some time. Let us all take a moment of silence to observe this momentous occasion.

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Okay, now that that's over I can tell you that Cheech found his new home this weekend, atop our entertainment center. He seems happy, and I sincerely hope he stays that way. He makes a great addition to our living room, if I do say so myself.

Ooh, and I've done somewhere in the neighborhood of 9 loads of laundry since there's actually space to move down there now. :)

The rest of the weekend was uneventful - my favorite! Marisa swung over on Sunday evening for a short visit and started talking about taco salad.

Yeah. Guess what we made for dinner yesterday? And guess what is completely gone without a trace, even though we made probably (I kid you not) 5 pounds or more? Mmm, taco salad. *drooling, just a little*

This morning I did not want to get out of bed. Being my work-from-home day, I have a terrible snooze button habit on Tuesday mornings. Once I finally dragged my butt out of bed, Julie was calling on my cell to tell me that her dog had - and I don't even fully understand why I feel compelled to share this with you - explosive diarrhea. She was worried for her little sheltie, who had not been feeling so hot since yesterday afternoon, and was calling to say that she needed to stay home this morning to make sure her kiddo didn't need to go to the vet.

Score!

The Princess slept until just after 9:00. I heard her stumbling around in her room and went to say good morning. She looked up at me and grinned, making a beeline for the bathroom across the hall. I helped her out of her pee-soaked clothes - it somehow got up to her armpits, and there was some in her hair - and sat her on the potty. I didn't expect anything, due to the state of her clothes, hair and bed, but she peed right away!

From there I decided it'd probably be a good idea to throw her directly into the bath tub. No one wants to smell pee all day, ya know. Plus, baths are always a big hit with her water obsession.

After bath time was over, I was left with this snuzzly warm, sweet little girl who was all clean and wanted nothing more than to sit on my lap. Lurve it! I combed her hair and got her set up in the ol' high chair for some breakfast - two whole bananas and somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 grapes...this kid can eat!

She chomped on her fruit while I clomped down the stairs with all of the bedding from up here. Hers was covered in pee, and mine in dog hair, so I figured what the hay. It's not like I don't have a perfectly clean laundry room to use or anything...

The rest of the work day was uneventful, if you don't count The Princess running from the back of the house to the front, saying, "Ma ma ma momma mom ma MA" all day. There are worse things, I assure you.

Oh, and I vacuumed all of the spider webs and dead bugs out of the window sills so we could actually open up the house.

Go me!

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