let's talk about toilets. yes, toliets. Specifically, the things that can go wrong with toilets, and the joy that is fixing the. Let's take, for example, the simple issue of replacing the flusher (the little handle you press down on to make the water work its miracles). a simple job no? get a new handle. But wait! what happens when they (yes "they") have decided to stop making that style of flusher? well, you can try to use a different one, tie if on with a peice of string. but that only works for a little while, and get's a little frustrating. if you're renting a place, lucky you, call your landlord (or landlady in our case) and they can fix it. which is what she decides to do, herself. oh wait, not by herself, but with my help, because apparently we had to put in a whole new flushing system thingy to go with the new flusher handle... Starting at 8:30 this morning, (i'm supposed to work at 11am - thinking no problem, she'll be out of here in an hour tops), and FOUR hours later (thank goodness it was okay for me to come to work late), oh god, I don't really want to go into the grime, and cursing, and stupid plastic parts, and a trip to the "do-it center", and more grime, and leaking, and more cursing... so we're going to stop there. but if you ever need a new flush system put in your tank... (please call a plumber)
anyone hungry?

oh yeah, on a better note, me and Tara had our first belly dancing class tonight. weee. it was fun for the most part, feeling a little uncoordinated, but here's hoping that will pass. :)