Two, Two, Two Stories In One

Yesterday afternoon I was chatting on the phone with Tata. Since she despises the telephone almost as much as I do, this conversation was both a rare and delightful occasion. Naturally, the subject of my basement came up.

T: So how's the construction going?
Me: Good. It's kinda weird to have people in the basement while I'm upstairs. It makes taking a shower really uncomfortable.
T: Why? Are you afraid they can look up the drain pipe and see you?
Me: NO! Well ... I am now.

T laughs at my discomfort. Of course. She finds my discomfort and/or embarrassment absolutely hilarious.

Me: I figured if ever my tub was going to go crashing through the floor with me in it, it would happen when the construction dudes were in my basement. I'm not sure that's a bad thing. On the one hand, I'm naked, probably have shampoo in my eyes, and have just fallen through the floor into a basement full of men. I'd could quite easily die of embarrassment. On the other hand, I could quite easily, you know, die if I ever fall through the floor. I will need medical attention or, at the very least, someone to call 911. So it might actually be very good timing to have the floor give way while I'm in the shower and there are construction dudes in my basement.
T: … I suppose pooping is out of the question for you until construction is over.

I may never use my bathroom again.


                                                                                              

Completely unrelated the bathroom story, there were a couple of leaks in the walls of the basement. We've had them fixed before, but apparently the person who 'fixed' them was a complete nimrod and didn't do it correctly. Today a lovely non-nimrod guy named Marty correctly fixed the leaks.

Okay. To be completely honest, he did the first step of a two step process. The second step will be completed on Monday. I know this because Marty very patiently explained it to me.

Fixing the leaks required drilling into the concrete and squirting some type of something into the drilled holes that expands and fills in any other cracks.

Did you catch that? The phrase squirting some type of something? See how much I'm learning about construction? I should get my own crew soon.

Getting the leaks fixed properly is fantastic. I was upstairs during the fixing and I noticed a familiar odor emanating from the basement. The scent was one that I have not smelled in quite a long time. It was definitely from my childhood, which meant it could be Love's Baby Soft, Taco Bell, or … a perm.

That's it! Whatever is wafting up from my basement reeks of an Ogilvie home perm!

Kinda makes me wonder exactly what the construction guys are doing down there.

I can not wait to smell what the second step in this two step leak fixing process is! I'm hoping for more smells from my childhood. Maybe it will smell like Aqua Net. Or a strawberry scratch-n-sniff sticker. Fingers crossed it smells like Fruit Stripe gum. Now that would be awesome. Pin It Now!