My basement is a crumbling stone foundation with dirt floor and a couple springs/poor drainage on the property. Any one of those is bad enough without having to combine them all into a murky subterranean lake. The wiring is all dangling, some running under the water, because people “helping” the elderly with home repair are lazy and borderline evil shitcunts. The plumbing is equally lazy with half-assed and leaky soldering jobs on the joints. Nevermind the nonsensical runs.
And now the hot water line has frozen and blown at an elbow. Now to find some solder, flux, abrasive to clean the joint, heat gun to melt the ice out of the pipe, a torch worth a damn, and try to patch my living nightmare back together. Fuck it all to hell.
And the channel name is just the best:
My wife has had a stomach bug for a couple days and now I have it, too. So much for my plans to go for a walk while it’s snowing. Curling up in a ball of human misery and regret for that cup of tea I drank will have to do.
Mashed potatoes were double-booked for the Thanksgiving meetup for my grandmother. We were given all of the leftover spuds. They have about the volume of a cinder block. Gonna be living on these for a week.
Reheated leftovers straight will lose their charm soon. And one can only eat so many fried mashed tater patties. a pâté chinois will only put so much a dent in the batch…