More of the same...

Justin boiled water on the grill tonight so the kids could have a bath. I am about to go to the gym to wash my hair (maybe I'll lift a weight or something too, we'll see.)

This afternoon, E and I were playing on the lawn and the plumber crawled out from under the house looking very dismayed. He told me that our water heater is leaking and the wood underneath it is so rotten it looks like the floor may collapse. I'm thinking of a used Volvo... or a trip to Paris. (Funny, when I was a teenager I thought of money only in terms of how many CD's I could buy. As in, "That speeding ticket is costing me like 8 CD's!")

Our plumber is enormously, morbidly obese, and his coworker is elderly. I try to picture those two spending hours in the dark, burrowing tunnels underneath my 60 year old house, while I play with E and H above. This is going to be one long week.

We might have gas again by Friday. I'm going to try crock pot mac and cheese tomorrow.