The breaks

Thank God my brakes were only 700 bucks! I thought I was going to end up spending 700 bucks on my brakes and what a drag that would have been. Fuck. I think it was the Queen who said something about hoping my brakes don’t cost another wallet of cash. Well, they didn’t-I only had about eighty bucks in there and had to write a check. I was going to say that’s the breaks, but instead of being a smart-ass, I’ll note that In 1901, British inventor Frederick William Lanchester patented disc brakes and 206 years later they cost me a fucking fortune.

On the plus side, dealing with and worrying about my brakes has made it easier to put off cleaning out the basement in order to get at the plumbing for the bathroom. I’m supposed to be preparing to completely gut the bathroom and redo it from the floor joists up, before I head back to the ship and after our mini vacation at the water park resort. If I play my cards right and schedule another vacation in between the water park and crew-x, I won’t have time to do the bathroom and when PW falls into the basement taking a shower sometime in September, I’ll be thousands of miles away, paying some contractor the equivalent of three paychecks to teach LP what plumbers butt is.

Well, it’s 2:30am and PW just stomped through, reminding me that most people around here sleep at night. I’m still working on that…