|You know it's pretty lazy writing when a person relies so heavily on double entendres to try and hold interest...|
And for my next post: "How to tell when someone is just phoning it in..." Also: "Ellipses... how much is too much?"
The official story is that I was weeding around the foundation and accidentally bumped against an old corroded water faucet jutting out from the side of the house.
|A butterfly could probably land on this thing and it would shatter.|
Seriously rusty relic.
The immediate sound of water gushing underneath the crawl space filled me with
|What have I done?!|
|Sure is dark under there...|
I mean, good lord, it's a crawl space. Not only are you in a vulnerable position, (on your knees in the dark), but nothing good has ever come out of crawl spaces.
Lost artifacts? Buried treasure? Hell no. Try creepy reminders of your own mortality.
|Now available in both skeletal and beef jerky varieties.|
And in case you didn't feel like clicking, let me just assure you that every single one of those links goes to something horrible.
So just to recap, it's dark, so there's no telling what you're shuffling through, and there's also that minor detail that you're directly underneath 20 tons of house should a freak earthquake decide to strike.
|Or a tornado. |
You know, whatever.
But, I did feel bad about causing the pipe to break. So, as penance, I volunteered to stay underneath the house and begin the slow process of digging out the pipe.
|Best. Saturday. Ever.|
|"Sexy and I know it."|
|You're an inspiration, Andy Dufresne.|
So yeah, tuck that information nugget up under your hat.
Anyway, once we had dug out underneath the wall, we were finally able to find a joiner and capped the damn thing off.
|Again, thank god Troy knows what he's doing.|
|Here's to exciting holiday weekends!|