It’s really not so much fun living in a construction zone: plaster dust is everywhere, workmen are coming and going, protective plastic is all over everything, you and your critters are confined to one room in the house, and there is no real way to cook dinner. So you look for peace where you can find it.
Tonight, The Zadge hoped to find that peace in that one (crowded and dirty) living room, watching the Patriots get their asses kicked by the Saints, in front of a roaring fire with a cool vodka-tonic in her hand and her three loyal companions by her side.
So she got home from work and went to the closet to hang up her coat. Then one of the closet doors fell off. Literally, fell over and onto the floor.
And there appears to be no way to fix it, as the door is too short to fit into the frame. The Zadge must now buy new closet doors. Oh, but that’s okay, because she really hasn’t been spending ANY FREAKIN’ MONEY AT ALL TO DATE ON OLD VICKY!
Frankly, I couldn’t deal with the broken door right then and there. So I headed downstairs to settle in and watch the game, V & T in hand. Fluffed the filthy
dog bed pillows on the couch, flipped to ESPN and then bent down to turn on the fireplace.
That is, until The Zadge pays some fireplace fixer hundreds of dollars to replace the gas fireplace system. Oh, but that’s okay, because BABY JESUS OF BETHLEHEM she really hasn’t spent enough money on Old Vicky yet.
So, like I said, you look for peace where you can find it – you ignore all the (expensive) repairs needed in your house until tomorrow, and sit back with your dogs and your drink and enjoy a really great football game!