my craptastic weekend

Pretend your single and if you're going to run into your attractive single neighbor of the opposite sex, do you want to run into them when:

1. You're about to go out on a Friday or Saturday night and look pretty good, not to mention that it's a sign you have a social life.

2. You're about to go to work in the morning and you look "fresh" and it's a sign that you have...a job.

3. You're out walking your dogs and you've shown that you can actually go out with your ballcap and no make-up, not to mention that you're a damn fine dog owner.

4. You've just come back from the dog park, during which time you picked up your dog that, unbeknownst to you, had poop stuck to his butt so you have just smeared crap all over your jacket, gloves and (somehow) on to your sweats. At this point, you can, for once in you life, literally say that you "smell like shit."

Now, guess which one just happened to me?

And as if that wasn't enough, I got home on Friday afternoon after quick road trip for the holiday to find black sewer water in my kitchen sink that just wouldn't go away. After taping up my air gap and plunging, the stank water sprayed all over me, including my face and hair. Then, I cleaned out my u-trap underneath and even though I put towels underneath, I was unprepared for the gushing flow that splattered all over the towels, and -- you guessed it -- me. I wound up having to call a plumber who had to clean out the pipes down in my building's garage to unblock them.

But, I had a nice Thanksgiving with my good friend, Brook, and her family and at least no pumpkin pie was shoved in my face, since I would've taken the shit over that any day (and thanks Mary for your yummy salad). And thanks to my friend, T, for the dinner/movie -- I'm working on my review for Casino Royale.

And how was your weekend?