There's a hole in the ceiling, but the leak is fixed.  I have a referral to a guy "that looks like he should be on that Duck Dynasty show, but don't worry about that. His work is good and he's priced fair."  Dude, that's half of my family.

This morning I get in the shower, "adjust" the shower head, and it breaks off in my hand.  Oh, and by that, I mean the pipe broke off in the wall.

Fan-fucking-tabulous!

Now it looks like we may have gotten a lucky break, so to speak, and it's going to be a fairly easy fix.  We hope.  We hope.  We hope...

It turns out you only have to go batshit crazy in your office to either get fired or only work four days a week.  Me?  I now work 4 days a week... but really, it's amazed I didn't get fired.

So, you ask, what do I do now on my Fridays off?  Sleep in?  Get spa treatments?  Oh dear no.  Usually it's helping to get The Force ready for school and picking him up when it's our weekend.  But today, it's waiting on the plumber.  Yep, shit like that.  Because some days start out poorly.  Like when your husband calls and says, "There's water coming out of the ceiling in the library," and he doesn't mean the public library. So, no running water, no toilet flushing, etc, until the plumber shows up.

He's already called to say he's "backed up" already and won't be here until between 11 and 1.

Yay.