So here's the story

Monday. First day of DH's vacation. Find Obit notice that a dear friend died. Dressed and left for a meeting. Crashed McD's computers while trying to get much needed coffee (and DS's obligatory sandwich). Returned home to find the Necessary had a problem. The sewage pump was not working. DH spent quite a lot of time destroying the sewing room to get to the pump. Removed it (waste on his arms up to his shoulders). Cleans up and we go off to get a new pump. Get back. DH discovers there was a rag wrapped around the blades of the old pump. Removes the rag. Tries to yell at me about dumping rags into the septic system. I remind him that I DON'T dump anything into the system. I dispose of buckets of dirty water outside. Remind him that HE dumps the buckets into the commode. Therefore HE created the problem. I am not sympathetic. He decides old pump is fine, replaces it.

Two days later, old pump dies for good. Here we go again. Only this time I am annoyed because I have to forgo the funeral for previously stated good friend to take DH back to the hardware store. He purchases more pipe and fittings, pulls the old pump of of the tank and spends hours refitting the new pump. I went to the local pharmacy, bought moisturizer, and eyebrow pencil, deodorant and CHOCOLATE. Which I am now eating to soothe my irritation. Because everyone knows that chocolate is a sedative.

I miss my friend.

And how is your day going?