Mr. Recommendation has been working hard on my new shower. Who knew such a small space could elicit such colorful language. And not in a good way. We'll not even talk about the water damage we found when we pulled out the old shower.
But at the end of the week, I have a lovely new shower. The only thing missing is the door, which is in the box in the garage, and I am told will take many hours to install because my tile is harder than the ACTs to Kansas City School District high school students, and drilling through such will take time and lots of specialized drill bits.
Because I'm an impatient sort, I wanted to try my shower out AS SOON as the sealant was dry. So, I put the shower curtain back up and took my new shower for a test run.
Thus far, I'm not impressed with the handheld nozzle. Something is rattling around in side it, so I suspect that could be the reason water just trickles out of it like piss out of an 89 year old man with prostate problems. Meh. I'll be replacing it. However, everything else...the fixed body jets, the overhead rainfall head...work beautifully. I can already tell I'm going to be spending some quality time in this shower.
Earlier, while Mr. Recommendation was working, I happened upon the NAACP Image Awards on television. Right about the time Mohammed Ali was being presented with his award. Was it just me, or did anyone else find that him sitting in that chair, shaking all over the place, extremely painful to watch? I cringed outwardly whenever the camera would pan to him.
I find the whole stink about Chris Brown somewhat interesting. First off, I don't even know who Chris Brown is, and I couldn't even pick out his song if I heard it. I do know that he beat up some other artist who happened to be his girlfriend, and that his "career" is at risk for going down the crapper. Radio stations are banning his songs right now, people are up in arms. Chris Brown should take heart and look at R Kelly. The man had sex with and pissed on a minor...and FILMED IT...and still managed to not get into trouble. AND...America still loves his music. Except me. I still think he's a pig.
Don't even get me started on the one-man circus that is Michael Jackson.
There's hope for Chris Brown yet. Even if it is true that his girlfriend gave him herpes.
However, I do hope that the next woman he slaps around has a good right hook. Or a cast iron skillet. Or a good right hook while holding said cast iron skillet.
Or just a good, old fashioned case of gonorrhea.
2 comments:
Like an 89 year old man with prostate problems. BWAA HAAA HAAAA!!
As far as Chris Brown goes, somebody needs to bust a cap in his ass, yo.
Well, Chris Brown has his nerves. I was reading a bit earlier that Paris Hilton's name came up as the possible woman who texted him that night to start the argument. Paris denied it, but everyone knows that she has herpes. Makes you wonder if she and CB have already done the Kiss, Kiss (one of his songs).
Oh well. In other news, the stimulus will be coming down the pike at any time. Hopefully, the money will reduce domestic violence.
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