Sadists are rarely complimented....unless you're friends with someone like Hannibal Lecter

The pipes burst last night.

Is this the part where I break out into a joyous rendition of "Joy to the World"? Cause if it is, the "world" will be sorely disappointed. Credit to The Beast though, he managed to somehow fix it for the time being.

A master guitar player, a farmer, a plumber, a mechanic (sort of), a cook, an obbsessive compulsive over protective father, is there anything this man cannot do?

Call about my job apparently.

I won't complain much. We have working water and thankfully, no flooding. I wonder if it had flooded, and had the heat miraculously failed on us (as it does just about every week) if it would have turned to ice. A whole new meaning to an indoor skating rink. Meheheheheheheh.

That would have been real useful, as I suck at ice skating.

Today was unusually mundane. I woke up, got mail, washed dishes, and read. All of that encompassing about eight hours. Wow, how utterly interesting. It amazes me that I actually waste the energy to put this into my blog. Honestly now, I can't imagine anyone reading this to be in any ways enthralled with Tales of Dishwashing.

So I shall attempt to move to deeper, hopefully more interesting things. Make no mistake though, this is not for the benefit of anyone reading, this is for my own interest because when your own blog begins to bore you, something has most definetly gone awry.

The holiday season perplexes me. Quite deeply as a matter of fact. Living in America, the vision of the holidays are generally of a gloriously well decorated tree, with loads of perfectly wrapped presents underneath while the whole family gathers together merrily. Ugh.

But that's just a vision. Let us move to reality shall we?

The lights on that tree burn down thousands of homes every year, and the presents stuffed under it cause the bankrupcy of many a financially challenged person not smart enough to budget. The gathering of the family? Many times, a forced little reunion resulting in lots of drinking, swearing, and dark mutterings about ex spouses invited only because of their snotty, ungrateful kids.

So why does everyone pretend that it's this happy, magical time of year? Okay, so lying to oneself typically results in semi-tolerance for one's given situation, at least for a little while. But I think that after seeing some of those new Old Navy commercials with carolers and that little kid making some dumb attempt at being cute remark about the holidays......

we've gone way too far.