Care went into the bathroom early this morning, and bumped the sink. Now, if you’d ever seen my bathroom, you’d know the sink is very close to the door, which isn’t even as wide as a normal door (this house was built with pieces of old lean-tos and sheds, I swear to gods) and you step down slightly into the room. The room itself is about 7′x9′ or so, and that’s being generous.

Anyway, next thing I hear is a very loud, distressed “MOM!” so naturally I get up and go see what she’s screaming about. When I opened the door, she was standing with both hands under the sink, holding it up. It was the kind that hangs off a bracket on the wall. She’d bumped it with her hip, and down it went. Have I mentioned lately how very much I hate this house?

This isn’t the first problem with that sink. Not two months after we moved in, we had to have the landlord send his ‘handy-man’ over to fix it and the kitchen sink. See, the wall in the bathroom is what my grandpa called wall-board. It’s like paneling, only not grooved or fake-wood looking. Just sheets of 1/4″ thick pressed wood fibers. I’m not entirely sure the screws for the bracket are even drilled into studs, because well – they don’t like right. But what do I know? I’m only a woman, and therefore I know nothing of construction or plumbing.

Well, hon, I do know that bracing a sink to the wall using a piece of 1″x1/2″ plywood over the shoddy caulking you thought would hold it up WON’T WORK FOR LONG!

In fact, the idiot is lucky it’s held up this long, and that’s with all of us never touching the damn thing more than to turn the taps. The wall itself isn’t strong enough to hang a freaking sink from. Had the handyman taken my suggestion (or had I been bothered to do it myself at my cost) to put in LEGS under the damn thing, right where there are holes in the casting for such things, this wouldn’t have happened.

Once we got the water shut off and the sink off the pipe and resting on the floor, Care broke into tears. She so very rarely cries it threw me for a loop, and I started to cry. After a moment we got rather embarrassed and went off to our respective rooms. We’ll never mention the incident again, right? (teehee)

Moving on…

I just want to say that Ebay is evil. Very, very evil.

After making my brother fight the crowds at one of the most ineptly run Canadian Tires in the country (and when I say that, I’m actually giving it credit – a lot of credit) to pick up a certain gift for his niece, I found the better product on Ebay, for less than half the price. Actually… it was less than a quarter of the price of the price of the item to begin with. I’m probably confusing you, but that’s okay. I know what I’m talking about. Now if only I can get through the next three days without getting into a bidding war over it. Please Technia, m’lady of all things technical…hide that listing. I’ll be a good girl for… some amount of time that is agreeable.

Mother’s present arrived yesterday, and I have to say – I want it. I call dibs, for future reference. (s’okay, I’ve called dibs on stuff right in front of her. It’s like a family tradition)

I’ve finished up some slush, and I’m happy to say it looks like we’ll be offering our next acceptance at Belfire. Pending approval from Louise… And we’ve been negotiating some details with another author that I’ve almost worked with before, and hopefully we can come to an agreement there, too. I’m sitting here, giggling and drooling over the prospects. If anyone were to come in here right now, they’d fit me for one of those jackets with the extra long arms.

Now to get busy with edits and trying to get stuff up at AC again…Grrrr. PS – no more images with articles I post there.

I think I’ve babbled long enough for one morning… have a great weekend everyone!