There's no place like home

Judging by the absolute deluge of comments and emails I've received (read: one), I can tell you're all pining for an update on the fall of civilization going on chez Buggle.

Dire Pet Hair Situation
At the end of last week I finally broke down and swept the kitchen and master bedroom. Some of you may have wondered why I didn't do that before. You clearly don't recall the tornado scene in The Wizard of Oz.

Warning: the following photos may not be suitable for viewing while eating. Or with your eyes open. Imagine the barbershop floor after Andre the Giant has had his armpit hair shorn with a Norelco. This after a mere 6 1/2 days without vacuuming.

This first one is from the kitchen. The astute observer will notice that 1) Bugglegirl's been crafting, and 2) Buggleboy's been throwing rice again.

And this one is from the bedroom. I considered leaving this pile right here next to Bugglehubby's mesh shorts and tee shirt, so artfully placed on the floor, with a little sign that read, Who's neurotic now, yo?


I'm happy to report that over the weekend, I borrowed a vacuum. It's one of those bagless ones that allows you to see the exact quantity and quality of filth it's extracting from your floors. Look for me this December in a winterwear ensemble knit from the fur I emptied out of it.

Cold Shower Debacle

The gas company once again paid me a visit and we are now the proud owners of a brand new gas meter. Since then, the pilot light has gone out twice - which means that our water heater has taken its rightful place in the pantheon of items that, according to Bugglehubby, aren't broken, per se, yet don't exactly function. See also automatic garage door, water purifier, any of the vintage boom boxes taking up storage space in the garage.

Bathroom Sink Catastrophe

After the failure of yet another 55-gallon drum of Liquid-Plumr, we are now brushing our teeth in the kitchen. Yes, I should have called a Live-Plumber by now. But the last one, who came recommended, broke the drain, blamed it on the pipe, then charged me to replace it. So there's baggage. Which means that now I've got to assemble, interview and hire a team of researchers to assemble and interview a list of potential candidates. Then I'll have to make several lists and finally, a decision. And I just don't have that kind of time.