Mrs. Nurse Boy here.
Last night we cut Nurse Boy and Dimples hair (out in the backyard with their shirts off...because we are a little white trash too, Chaos). Next, all of the kids and Nurse Boy showered before bed. Since I need a good, long shower to wake me from glorious slumber every morning, I went in the bathroom to wash my face. I was saving my shower for the morning. I noticed the shower was dripping.
Those darn ears. WHY did I hear that sound? Why didn't I just mind my own business? Scrub my face and jump into bed?
No, I told Nurse Boy that the cold water handle needed some tightening. He proudly got out his tools and went to work.
He returned with a handful of faucet parts. He BROKE the faucet. That's right, he BROKE it. It just needed some GENTLE tightening. I mean this man works on his patient's plumbing everyday for a living. Clearly, it is not the same thing.
It is official, he has chosen the correct plumbing in which he should make a living.
So, that quiet little drip cost us $375.
Did I mention that he leaves his current job tomorrow and begins his new one on Monday? And that we won't get paid for a month? Don't ya just love life?
Now, I need to jump into the shower...
3 days ago
3 comments:
Should I say congrats for the new faucet??!! I love the image of you cutting their hair in the backyard with no shirts on. That's a whole lot of white trash!
Time to hide the tools!
That's what happens when you use "more power" (cue manly grunts a' la Tim Taylor).
Oh, and I hide my white trash. I cut hair in the kitchen.
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