I need a man!

No...not like that!

About sixteen years ago, my husband and I parted company. Immediately thereafter, I bought my own home. About fifteen minutes after we moved in, the toilet died. Having absolutely NO spare cash lying around, I was forced to repair the damn thing myself. It was just the start of Adventures in Home Ownership. Third house and many years later, nothing much has changed.

Today I bought what I believe is my fourth complete toilet repair kit. Once again, I will find myself upside down in a rather unpleasant location, water everywhere, trying not to skin my knuckles with either of the gargantuan hand tools I'll be forced to use. I'm going to try to keep the current potty duct-taped together until the weekend when I will have more time and energy, but we'll see. At least, if it finishes falling apart, I'll have the repair parts on hand.

Sometimes I am envious of those other girls. You know...the ones with the husbands lying about, ready to do the dirty work at a moment's notice.

And then I have a Scotch and watch trashy TV until the feeling goes away.