Chromartie High School. It's a about a high school for delinquents in Japan. Freddie Mercury attends, never says a word, and rides to class on a gigantic black horse.
Last weekend, when the guest bathroom's toilet started making a funny sound, Lisa threw a fit and said we'd have to replace the pump. I told her it was just a pressure issue and I'd get to it in a few days. This week, she threw a temper tantrum and went out to buy a new kit to replace the mechanical innards of the toilet. I reminded her that this was not necessary, that the problem was not caused by the parts she believed. Today, I fixed the toilet in five minutes. It was a pressure issue that was trivially solved.
Now I am the badguy for fixing the toilet, all because it was not the problem Lisa wanted it to be.
In an almost identical story, I just fixed the vacuum cleaner. The drive belt had slipped and needed worked back onto its rotor. Lisa insisted, utterly and violently, that a new belt was necessary. It took me five minutes to hook up the old belt today.
Now I am the badguy for fixing the vacuum cleaner, all because it was not the problem Lisa wanted it to be.
In related news, she is starting to swell and feeling fairly constant waves of nausea. Her moods are swinging wildly, strange pickle-and-cheese cravings have set in, and constipation has taken hold. Isn't pregnancy fun? Lisa goes Wednesday for her first checkup to find whether we have a viable fetus, which is a real concern given her diagnosis with polycystic ovarian syndrome.
Is this just being pregnant hormones or does she do this normally? Does she roll around on the floor and cry like a little kid? People get cranky, but a tantrum is a whole level above and beyond.
Man, as long as the appliances work, it should be fine, right? Sheesh.
Is this just being pregnant hormones or does she do this normally? Does she roll around on the floor and cry like a little kid? People get cranky, but a tantrum is a whole level above and beyond.
Lisa's always been very... demanding... about getting her way. But her recent fits can be chalked up to hormones. There was one time last week that she started crying and didn't know why. This week, moods are coming and going as quickly as sudden hot flashes or a desire for cherry cordial ice cream and peanut butter -- that is to say, I don't know what to expect in any given 10-minute period.
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To me...
(Anyway the wind blows...)
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
'cause nothing really matters.
[Synth bells.]
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
[ninja'd by one minute. That's kind of sad.]
Mean mean stride,
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean mean pride.
Now I am the badguy for fixing the toilet, all because it was not the problem Lisa wanted it to be.
In an almost identical story, I just fixed the vacuum cleaner. The drive belt had slipped and needed worked back onto its rotor. Lisa insisted, utterly and violently, that a new belt was necessary. It took me five minutes to hook up the old belt today.
Now I am the badguy for fixing the vacuum cleaner, all because it was not the problem Lisa wanted it to be.
In related news, she is starting to swell and feeling fairly constant waves of nausea. Her moods are swinging wildly, strange pickle-and-cheese cravings have set in, and constipation has taken hold. Isn't pregnancy fun? Lisa goes Wednesday for her first checkup to find whether we have a viable fetus, which is a real concern given her diagnosis with polycystic ovarian syndrome.
Man, as long as the appliances work, it should be fine, right? Sheesh.
Was going to rant but I can't be bothered.
Thankfully, she is sleeping like a cat.