Are you ready for the Amy and Greg version of There Was an Old Woman?
So one morning last week I was putting my contacts in and my right contact looked like it went in my eye but it really didn’t. I looked all over for it. It was not on my finger, face or shirt. It also was not on the floor or in the sink. So I thought perhaps it went down the drain. I pulled the drain plug up and found lots of oooky hair and stuff and one really old contact stuck to the hair, but the fresh one was no where to be found. I replaced the plug and grabbed a new contact lens.
Later that week, Greg was in the bathroom and somehow he noticed that something was wrong with the drain. Apparently when I lifted out the drain plug thingy I broke something. Me and sinks are not friends apparently (see my entry on what I did to the garbage disposal), even though my favorite subject in pre-school was “Sink�. I was a bright one, yes.
So as Greg is trying to “fix� the drain he gets angry that there is a pipe heater in his way so he grabs it and throws it over his shoulder. It lands on the toilet behind him cracking the tank right down the middle.
So he now has to turn off the water so it won’t leak but he sees that the brilliant mind (ahem) that remodeled that bathroom placed the water shut off so close to the floor that one cannot turn it off without REMOVING the floor. Yes, removing the floor. So he had to rip up the carpet and crowbar up the floor in order to turn off the water.
I convinced him to go to bed before anything else broke.
Since the carpet and floor is all torn up and the toilet is no longer usable, we decided that we’ll not only get a new toilet, but we’ll redo the floors with tile. It’s very cold in that room so we decided to get the floor mat thingy that you put under the tile that has heating coils in it. We truck off to Home Depot and buy floor tile. They have a crap selection and none of it matches the wallpaper and color of the bathroom which means we will have to either live with it, or rip off the wallpaper and repaint.
We get home and Greg gets to the task of installing the floor heater and realizes that the electrical wiring in the room is all whack and we’re lucky we haven’t been burned to a crisp. Again, the Brilliant Minds behind this remodel. Trust me, this isn’t’ the first thing we’ve found done so poorly.
So back to Home Depot to get all the things we need for wiring. While we’re there we pick up a toilet (you can flush 150 miles of toilet paper and it won’t clog? Awesome!) and a vanity (you can’t have a new everything and still use that ugly crappy vanity, right? Plus, remember I somehow broke the sink). But there are only two vanities that they have that will work with our current situation and one is ungodly expensive and the other is too large to fit in the car. But we did it. While we were there I saw a light fixture that I thought was cool and I suggested getting it because, well, everything else is new. Greg said no, that it’s cosmetic and we can do it later if we want to.
We get home and Greg begins to fix the wiring and tells me that not only is the wiring all wrong, but that wall sconce? The one I wanted to replace? It’s broken and shorting out and we need a new one.
I’m not even going to do into the fact that when Greg was moving the toilet to the basement he set it on the carpet in the hall and now there’s a big black figure 8 on the floor (he set it down twice). Eventually we will rip up the carpet.
So: floor tile, floor heater, toilet & tank, vanity & mirror, wall sconce, and hell let’s get a new toilet paper holder…all because I dropped my contact down the sink. At least I think I did, I never did find it.
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This post was written by Amy on March 5, 2007