So I assume that it was the people who fixed the willow tree roots that messed up the plumbing because it turns out the pipe I was helping replace was for letting dirty water leave. (they had me flush the toilet when we were done to test it) And the manager guy said that we should save the receipts so that when they get on the plumbing company for this we'll get our money back. Good. But I'm all covered in bruises. My elbows, because I military-crawled under the house. Not a whole lot room to do much else, and it was easier than using my hands. My left hip for some reason, that one really hurts, I guess I jabbed it on something. My left shoulder from where I hit it on something. I'm surprised I don't have a bruise on my head from where I hit it on something. And after we were done I kept reminding Victor what a good wife he has that would willingly crawl under the house amongst the ick, in the cold, and after work. I did end up having to put two more pins in my hair to hold it in place. He should be back over this morning to check it out and see that everything's held together under there, but I haven't seen him yet. Course I did just spend the last hour or two playing
AudioSurf with the headphones on. Meh.
Christmas:
After telling Victor that we weren't doing the tree till after Thanksgiving I surprised him on Saturday morning by getting the tree out of the shed and assembling it while he was sleeping. So far all we've done are the lights and garland but we'll do the ornaments sometime, maybe today.
The area I put the tree in.
The tree after being assembled.
These are our new LCD (LED? I always get them confused!) christmas lights that Victor's opening. This picture is at a really awkward angle. I was on the couch looking back, so I was much lower to him than normal.
The tree with the lights on it. Ha, Victor was right. He said that the lights were flickering at a something-or-other rate and that if we took a picture of the lights when they're on that some of them would appear off and some would appear on.
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