pretty quiet week this week if you ignore whatever the hell is going on with our bathroom toilet, which has a diagnostic issue we can’t troubleshoot and which has flooded once this week. calling maintenance once again to see if we can figure this out so i don’t have to plunge every third time we flush (ironically it’d be way easier if we just had to plunge every time–but it’s the times we don’t that make this extremely bizarre)
Sounds like my parents’ kitchen. It used to be somewhat sensible, and my mother doesn’t have much interest in buying stuff for it, but my father will just appear with things for her.
She’s finally got him to ease off a lot lately, but he’ll still try to persuade her to let him order things she doesn’t need or want.
Happy Birthday vacationing!!