Levedy

So, let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,

...Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.

This weekend was a lot of fun. I love spending time with Dimitri's cousin Peter and his great girlfriend (i.e.-why doesn't he marry her before she comes to her senses?) Aisling (mysteriously pronounced ASH-ling)

Picture here. (pop)

They drove down from Salt Lake for some R&R after a particularly rigorous semester at the University of Utah and to visit the Dental school here in Vegas, to which Peter will be applying soon.

We drove across town to see one of the front-runners for a local news station's Griswold House Decoration contest.

Picture here. (pop)

Bean loves Aunt Shling and Uncle Peter, and was happy to see them again so soon after Thanksgiving.

My toilets, however, are a different story.

The downstairs (guest, I guess) bathroom decided to flood and soak the carpet the day before they came. They were good sports about hiking upstairs to...erm..go until we could fix the downstairs bathroom.

That was, until we discovered the the upstairs (Bean's) toilet already had the SAME problem. We pulled back the carpet and kept a big fan trained on the floor to try to dry things out and stop the wood from warping. We all used the master toilet until all toilets were fixed. Two women sharing the same toilet as two Greek men. Uck.

The whole shebang cost us $24 to fix, since the malfuntioning part was cheap, which is good. We decided to dig deep and shell out the final $8 on the third toilet, since the first two busted at the same time, we figure that the third is flushing on borrowed time.

I'm just glad that we didn't have to call a plumber. That would be crappy.

I kill me.

Posted by Jen at December 18, 2006 2:54 PM