Everyone in my family is insane.
I don’t use that word casually. We’re nuts. All of us. All for different reasons of course, but we’re definitely an unbalanced bunch. You think your family has the crazy market cornered? I think not.
My mother’s mother didn’t leave the house once. For 20 years. Top that.
For fun, my own loving mother used to chase me around the house with big, long eyes from potatoes screaming that they were bugs.
My oldest sister watches old movies. Only old movies. She does not watch sitcoms or the news or anything that’s in colour. Ever. She watches old movies.
My middle sister is such a control freak she recently tackled one of her best friends at a gift show because she thought her friend was putting her lipstick into her purse the wrong way. My sister wanted it to go vertically, the friend was laying it horizontally. Everything is this kind of a struggle with my sister the control freak.
When you think about it, I am the epitome of overcoming the odds when every strand of family DNA is stacked against you. You see, I, happen to be perfectly normal. (when compared to my own family, David Hasselhoff, Octomom, and that super-cheap family featured on Oprah who only buy reduced produce and expired meat)
Also, I’m very normal if you don’t take into account the fact that I’m crazy.
However, recently I was able to tone done that crazy by fixing one of the most universal annoying sounds in the world. A thing so annoying the Chinese created an entire form of torture around it. Water. Dripping water.
Our bathtub is old, as are the fixtures. They aren’t antique old, but they’re old enough to be a pain in the ass. They need to be replaced and have gotten to the point where they just can’t be fixed anymore. They need new guts. A quick fix is to replace the washers in them, but we’re at the point where we’re replacing the washers every 3 months or so. One day the tap is fine, the next day it’s dripping like a 3 year olds nose in winter.
When the tap started dripping again a couple of weeks ago I didn’t have much time on my hands to go scrambling around turning off water, and finding washers and such. But … I couldn’t let the sound of the dripping tap push me closer and closer to the edge of crazy, either.
So I relented and I fixed the annoying dripping tap.
Kay, technically the tap’s still dripping, but it isn’t annoying anymore.
Have an annoying dripping tap? Just tie a string to the faucet, make sure some of the string is shoved in the hole where the water comes out of the tap and enjoy.
No more torturous sounds coming from the bathroom. Not until the next bladder infection comes along, anyway.
Oh! And that grandmother of mine who didn’t leave the house? Clearly she never had a dripping tap in there with her.