Drag. The toilet in Sparky's bathroom is leaking. It's one way of getting the plumber back over here to ask about the stupid pipes in the basement! Just called [the builder's agent], so of course he's probably calling back right now.
On another annoying note, the boy won the 3-foot Bugs Bunny at F@mily Re@ding Night. Wish they hadn't told him first; I would have just said to find it another home. I have to go pick it up at school, since he's off to daycare after school and it will just get ruined in that process [of riding the bus and stuffing it into his cubby]....
My throat is not improving, very scratchy. Like the sky, my life this afternoon is shades of gray. And Dr. Pepper, even with a little rum, is not conducive to 40 winks--they should be caught, not just chased. Ugh. Time to hit what passes for stores in this area.
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