Glory Hallelujah!
Ed stopped by and gave us the final diagnosis today. It's not that serious, after all. It's the sprayer. That's simple and until we get the gasket, just pulling it over into the sink keeps the water from dripping into the cabinet below. The kids love flashlights and water so they were in from the beginning. We made it a whole family affair. Who knew you could get all of us plus one skinny Irishman under the kitchen sink!
Now, on to answer some questions that have been hanging in the air:
1. I lost the Christmas cards and didn't find them until today. No one has been left out. And yes, you're still getting them. Who wouldn't want a picture of my fabulous children posing with a very phallic Sir Topham Hatt?
2. I do have a southern accent but it isn't too bad. I've done a lot of work to hone it down into something manageable. All the hard work goes out the window if my parents or anyone over the age of sixty speaks to me. Then I sound like I'm eating corn through a picket fence.
3. I have a collection of letter openers. Any one of them can make hasty work of any old letter, even the kind with a billion stickers on them.
4. The dinner was a big hit. I didn't burn anything. It was all very good and I received many praises. It made me feel really loved.
5. Cream cheese is the secret ingredient.
6. Yes, Mel, I do want to learn to knit! Yes! Yes! Yes! I can't believe you asked me! You never ever ever never like to do anything crafty. How can it be? I'm overcome. And just look! If we learn how to knit and then knit something for someone other than our significant others (simultaneously), we can do this little duet together. You be the blonde. She reminds me a little of Trisha Yearwood and you're more pear-shaped than I am, anyway.
5 comments:
All this Trouble!!!! Laughing, laughing, laughing! I want to hear your southern accent very very much. I KNEW you had letter openers! I'm a little too excited that you are going to learn to knit. And I'm glad your cream cheese dinner was good. Now if you are as talented at knitting as you are at finding the world's best youtube videos, then you will knit the world's best afghan.
I told you I was a gusher, didn't I? I know, it's too much, isn't it? I can't help it.
We must produce a video that showcases your accent.
I'm all for it. Let's do it NOW. While we're still drunk.
Power to the people...say...make a Miracle.
Fuck knitting with a Capital Dick.
Christy, you flatter me. I like it.
C.S. that's an awesome idea. I love videos about me. But I'm afraid you might have mixed up this knitting post with the one about Dick Clark. I'll explain in to you when you sober up.
Here's a smiley for both of you :o)
I know, I know. I am not crafty at all. In fact, I'm still suffering from the bout of craft rage that began when my birdhouse didn't win the contest at work. I still say the contest was rigged.
Well I didn't get a Christmas card. That's it, I'm leaving!
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