Yesterday morning, around 7:30 AM, the Sweetman decided to replace our spicket in the kitchen right before I had to go into The Salon.
He had watched a YouTube video on how to do it. He even bought the suggested tools to use.
So under our sink he went.
'Get me a paper towel.'
"Get me a bucket!"
"I'm telling you, monkeys must've put this damn thing in."
The suggested tools he bought prooved to be useless under the sink. The instructional video made it look easy-peasy to remove it. But the poor Sweetnan was literally doing circus contortions trying to get the darned thing out.
So he resorted to the old mighty hacksaw and me holding the old spicket in place. I thought for sure one of us was going to lose a finger or even a hand. But twenty minutes later the only thing that fell into the kitchen sink was the old spicket.
Another twenty minutes of struggling and a few more cuss words ... and TaDa!
Our new spicket! And I'm glad it's over.
This morning, I managed to type 608 new words exactly on Killer Stilettos, even though I'm dealing with a barometric pressure headache.
I worked on it for two hours. But not without laying down twice. These headaches really get in the way. I've taken Tylenol and Benedryl.
I pray to be like my sunflower. It stays tall no matter what comes its way. It should bloom soon. So should Killer Stilettos.
I hope everyone has a Happy Monday and week. I'll be getting ready for work soon. Hoping to visit blogs in between heads of hair later.
Tomorrow, I'll be with my daughters. Number 5 is expecting her first baby come August 22nd. So no writing tomorrow. It will be a day of organizing and cleaning her place for me.
See everyone on Friday when I Celebrate the Small Stuff.
Hugs and chocolate!