In the interest of continuing to grab the goodness of a Massachusetts summer before the tropical heat had fully gotten its shoes under the bed, we took off for another late lunch.
This time the paper napkins came out of
a dispenser and we had to order at the window, but it was perfect. We were a
few towns over, at a very popular ice cream/hot dog venue. I ordered their
signature hot dog, which sounds awful but it was heavenly, heavenly: hot dog
with barbecue sauce and mayonnaise (!!!), and slathered in grill-cooked onions.
We followed it up with ice cream cones. My anti-cholesterol Simvastatin pill earned
its keep that day.
Since we were midway between lunch and
dinner, we pretty much had the place to ourselves. We lounged in the shaded big
Adirondack chairs watching kids climb on the home-made playground while
incoming clouds cut the heat and provided a constant breeze.
Once home, reality returned. I
discovered to my dismay that the stopper in my bathroom sink had decided to disengage
from the arm controlling it, and was basically cemented in.
Screwdriver to lift it. Nope.
Tiny screwdriver to lift it. Nope.
Bathroom plunger lifted it and then it
promptly fell back down.
Vacuum cleaner. Nope.
Scotch tape. Nope.
What I used to call (when I worked in TV
production) “gaffer’s” tape. YES!
And we saved ourselves many, many $ in
plumber fees. Win, win.
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