Big news of the day: The last time at sat at my real desk in my real office doing real work was Friday, August 26, 2005. Since then, that room has been used as a mold growth chamber, as sleeping quarters for the National Guard, and as a storage facility for gallons upon gallons of bottled water. Today, however, we begin tidying up the old place, and by this time next week, I’ll be back in business. I’m as excited as a Pointer Sister–one of the live ones, anyway.
Little news of the day: In the past six months, I’d have to say that one of my butchest accomplishments–there aren’t many–has been taking out our kitchen faucet (which I left running for Lola during The Incident and which subsequently limed over) and installing a brand spanking new one. Problem is, that the spigot part of said faucet keeps loosening, meaning that every few weeks, I have to crawl back under the sink, to the Land of Mice and Other Critters, and tighten the damn thing.
Well, this morning, I’d had enough. I searched high and low for teflon tape or plumber’s putty or anything to keep this pesky screw in place, but I couldn’t find a thing. Then, I remembered the advice of my piercer from ages ago; she suggested using nail polish to keep my jewelry from unscrewing over time. Well, I marched straight to the bathroom, dug out my cache de maquillage, found the sturdiest one-coat polish I could find–“Vamp” of course–and went to work. I believe I may have fixed it for good.
I’m guessing that my use of Chanel nail polish in a plumbing milieu counteracts all the butchness I’d previously expended on the project, but whatever. Maybe I’ve found my new calling: nellified construction…
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