Wednesday, February 18, 2004

The plumber came at 8am today. He was supposed to be here at 8:30a, but he came at 8:00a. Once again, my precious sleep was cut short. At the sound of the doorbell, I jumped up out of bed and ran down the stairs. Then, I ran back up the stairs. I was wearing a white wife-beater at the time. Me, in a tank top, without a bra is truly pornographic. I grabbed a Penn State sweatshirt from off of the floor in my bedroom. The good news is he was here to bust down the wall in the kitchen to find out the reason behind our lack of cold water in the sink. The bad news is that it was going to take him all day. I have places to go this afternoon, so I sent him away until Friday. Did he think I had nothing to do all day but sit around and drink Raspberry Snapples in front of my Sex and the City DVDs? Don't answer that.

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