Personal Note: House Stuff

[nebroadwe]

Yesterday I had a plumber come to fix the sink (and I cannot say that without recalling the Electric Company's animated sketch -- ou sont les neiges d'antan?). Turns out that the leak I thought was coming from the drainpipe actually originated with the drain basket and the leak from beneath the faucet was perhaps just the result of it being badly caulked. So a lotta money later I have a re-caulked faucet and a new drain basket ... and a new strainer, the first one I've ever had that actually works (i.e. isn't built to default to plug-the-sink mode if you jostle it absently). Bonus! Next task is to seal the underlip of the kitchen countertop, which I can do myself once I lay in some 80-grit sandpaper and polyurethane. Yay for tasks that don't require hiring a contractor at great expense.

I hope the rest of my house doesn't take the plumber's visit as permission to start pulling a wonderful one-hoss shay, though. I went to do a load of laundry this morning and discovered that the washer was half-full of water. (!!) I drained it and am now regarding it with stern and piercing gaze as it goes about cleaning my sheets. I'm really hoping I don't have to replace it until after I've remodeled the bathroom ...

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[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

Ed opens his mouth, but Al puts a hand on his arm. "It wasn't Ed who tried alchemy," he tells Winry. "It was me."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"But only after we tried everything else." Ed is determined not to let Alphonse take all the blame.

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

"Everything ... else?" Winry hopes that's metaphorical. Ed can be startlingly creative about things other than alchemy, but his habit of hypothesizing ahead of his data (otherwise, leaping before he looks) has led to domestic catastrophe more than once. There was the treehouse incident, and the exploding pies, and ... "Al, what did you do?" she asks hastily.

"Well, we kept getting air pockets between the paper and the wall," Al answers, "so I thought I could use alchemy to kind of, well, push them out at the top, so the paper would lie flat."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Ed's trying valiantly to contain a smile and losing the battle. "Hey, Winry," he snickers, going down for the count, "every hear a wall fart?"