Where's My Tool Man?

It's just us girls around here most of this week. Muffin Man is off gallivanting around Dallas selling some tools to people who obviously care about lots of tools. Me? I have too much estrogen or x chromosome"ness' and just can't bring myself to complete the study of hatchets and wratchets, hammers and saws galore. And in that lies irony. Here's why.

While the Muffin Man has been on his tool sales 2006 extravaganza which has been taking him to a city near you for the last 6 weeks I have been slowly and systematically tearing down the house. It is not intentional, mind you. It just seems that everything I touch around here seems to explode in my face. Last week I lost keys and ended up truly needing some magnetic tool thingy to help find them under the refridgerator. They weren't there but I ripped off the kick plate in the process. I have also melted sippy cup #4 in the dishwasher. We now have a lovely technicolor display if you feel inclined to stick you head in there. I'm considering having a few pops and enjoying the "pretty colors" for entertainment later. Yesterday, I ignored the water running rapidly through the downstairs toilet for a good two hours hoping denial would become my friend and it would miraculously stop. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I opened the comode lid and barely touched the arm thingy with the ball on the end. SNAP. It fell off into the tank. Water started filling higher and higher.

I know better but I panicked and called my man in a Dallas hotel room. (God, am I good under pressure or what?) After confusing me with words like pressure valve and gasket cover I gave up and tried to turn the water off completely. No luck...it started to spray all over the porcelain goddess. Turn it the other way, he patiently coaxed me on the phone. We are preferred customers at ARS Service Express, and that ended that conversation.

After I turned the water off in the bathroom and cleaned up the yummy toilet water I fed the kid. She asked if I was "in trouble". Hmmm, sort of. If you consider trading in a little shopping spree at Vic's Secret to try out the new IPEX Goes Wireless for $216.17 in plumbing repairs, yes I'd say that's trouble. Cranky trouble, girl.