Hokey Smokes

Not sure why life has to be so well choreographed.

Choreographed in a hellish, tormenting way.

I have just closed on a refinancing of my property and I get a leak in my bathroom. I have decided on fixing the problem myself, therefore adding hours of torment to my already jam packed schedule. I would hire someone to do all my dirty work for me, but I had to refi because I had no money. HOPEFULLY, I won't screw it up too badly. I've already torn up all the linoleum (blechh.) and now I am prepping to replace the flooring and then tile it.

Its not so much that i'm bothered by the work involved, its just that I'm not that much of a man, really. I sit at a computer all day long, making "pretty pictures and videos." I play video games and read comic books in my spare time. I'm not that good at "manly things." As a matter of fact, the only manly thing I'm good at is rooting for Crimson Tide Football. Everything else is pretty much sissified, and yes, that is a technical term.

SO. When you have some time today, send up a prayer to my little bathroom, that it may not be permanently scarred by my ill at ease man hands. Oy Vey.