:: Let’s start it off on a high note, shall we?  Today is Jessica’s birthday, my sweet little girl is now 18.  I call her “my” as if I own her.  I don’t, but she is family.  The boys love her and due to recent plumbing issues, we’ve become even closer to her since her bathroom has become the bathroom for the boys.  They have no shame at all.

Earlier this week, I went on FB and what did I see?  A comment about her getting a tattoo Friday night.  I’m a big fan of the “my house, my rules” line of thinking, meaning you don’t get a tattoo until you’re paying for yourself.  So immediately I wondered if her father knew about her plans.  And should I tell him or not?  I mean, she hadn’t confided in me about it.  I didn’t want to be a big mouth or anything, but I would want to know if my kid were getting a tattoo so that I could confiscate all their cash before their birthday.  Or at the least, lecture them on tattoo placement.  Or stupid symbols and such.

I didn’t tattle, but did suggest she wait until college to get one.  She doesn’t drink, so she needs something fun to do once she leaves home.

:: You know how you swear you are going to write a letter every time you receive poor customer service, but you never do?  After having a tense evening without toilets again, I did just that.  I wrote to the director of the Public Works division and explained our problem and the less than satisfactory resolution thus far.  This morning, I received a call from his office.  I was so surprised that I literally fell off the treadmill.  I am not joking.  My thumb is bleeding and my legs are raw from the fall.  I’ll just add that to the rest of the problems they have caused this week.

:: And no, the problem is yet to be resolved.  I have finally had two different people come over to the house to talk to me.  Been assured that it will be fixed hopefully within 3-4 hours, but nothing so far.  The best part?  I can use the restroom as long as I don’t mind it coming out in my yard.  Thanks, but no thanks.

:: Waiting for them today caused me to miss a field trip for Goose.  Yet another reason to be mad at the city.

:: And the kicker to what has basically been a pretty rough week?  I have my yearly check up today.  And while that is way too much information, I just don’t care.  I’m assuming most people that read my blog have heard of such things and can deal.  So here I go so I can wait around at the doctor’s office so I can be stuck in Friday traffic.  Go me.