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Apr. 27th, 2004 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leaveoutalltherestWell, went to Creston Sunday morning after work. I got back home about 9pm that night, to find out that the bathroom wasn't done.
Di: Well, at least the toilet works.
Me: It does, well, that's better than nothing. *starts to head for the bathroom*
Di: Wait! *holds up a bucket*
Me: What's that for?
Di: You have to fill it with water in the kitchen, and then dump it down the toilet when you're done.
Me: You have got to be kidding.
Di: No, I'm not. And you should consider yourself lucky they got that much done. Because..
Me: (interrupts) Is this gonna turn into one of those "When I was living in Juarez" stories?
Di: Yes.
Me: Give me the fucking bucket.
Still waiting for the tub. And a wall. And the door.
Di: Well, at least the toilet works.
Me: It does, well, that's better than nothing. *starts to head for the bathroom*
Di: Wait! *holds up a bucket*
Me: What's that for?
Di: You have to fill it with water in the kitchen, and then dump it down the toilet when you're done.
Me: You have got to be kidding.
Di: No, I'm not. And you should consider yourself lucky they got that much done. Because..
Me: (interrupts) Is this gonna turn into one of those "When I was living in Juarez" stories?
Di: Yes.
Me: Give me the fucking bucket.
Still waiting for the tub. And a wall. And the door.
