Someone asked me earlier in the evening if I had an adventurous day. I answered, "Naw, it was pretty boring."
Do you believe in jinxes?
I went to Spenser's soccer game around 7:00. They lost but it doesn't matter because he did a fantastic job, was sixteen times more agressive than any other player, and kept his cool. Proud of you on all counts, bro.
I sat through the game in excruciating pain. I pulled a bonehead move yesterday at work and totally screwed up my lower back. It didn't bother me that much at work today but later on it really started hurting. No amount of Advil, Tylenol, or Doan's back pills has had any effect yet.
I left the game hungry so I had big plans of fixing a big ol' supper when I got home. But first I had to unclog my tub drain. It has been slow-draining for a few days and Drano has been powerless against it. Today, it stopped draining at all. So I took a shower this evening standing in day old, cold, stagnant water.
Okay, unclog drain then supper. I tried to snake the drain to no avail. For those of you who aren't novice plumbers, that's a bad thing. A snake will usually take care of any normal clog. So I went under the house. It's now around 10:00, by the way. I introduce myself to Aragog and his multitude of children under my house and soon find the under side of the tub. There is a drain plug in the u-bend, which is a very good thing so I loosen the nut only to get showered by the water from my previous two showers. Not to mention the dirt, grease, hair, and whatever else is trapped in the drain pipe from the previous tenants. It's black and stinky. Ryan, you have my utmost respect for what you do.
Anyway, with filthy black hands and face, I manage to get the drain flowing properly. Victory!!! I get the tub cleaned up, then myself, and go to put on my pajamas.
I have two favorite pairs of pajamas. Maybe I'm just weird but I like wearing them better than any others. I had just washed and dried them last night so I was looking forward to donning them and eating supper, at 11:30 now, then crashing.
I pulled the blue-and-white striped ones out of the drawer and step in. My toe catches the little escape hatch in the front and RIIIPPP! All the way to the knee. I let out a frustrated sigh, count to ten, then calmly toss them. It's a sad loss but, hey, I've got another pair of favorites to fall back on. So I grab the dark and light blue checkered ones and step in.
RIIIPPP!!!
Oh you gotta be freakin' kidding me. Same thing happened. Why, God, why?!?!?
The morals of this story:
Don't, under any circumstances, do anything stupid at work that will aggravate chronic back injuries. Having a good work ethic has its limits.
Ladies, clean your hair out of the little screen that sits atop your tub drain so poor saps like me don't have to fix it later. And if you're a poor sap like me who is fixing a clogged drain due to ladies who don't clean the hair off the little screen that sits atop the tub drain, stand back, wear rubber gloves, and start earlier in the evening.
And, most importantly, be sure you have three pairs of favorite pajamas.
I'm going to bed hungry tonight. The perfect end to a "pretty boring" day.
