So I have revived my Xanga because I want to share with you guys how tiring and annoying being a homeowner can be.

Thursday afternoon, I noticed what looked like a long hair in our kitchen sink.

So I went to go grab it, but it wouldn't budge; it wouldn't budge because it was a hairline crack from the drain to the rim of the basin.

FML.

I cleaned and dried out the damn area under the sink. Then I sent a text to the wife and waited for her to flip out. Thankfully she did not.

When she got home we went to Home Depot and bought a new sink, silicone caulk, new strainer, and a soap dispenser. Why a soap dispenser you ask?  Because our old sink had three holes which were all properly used by the faucet but this new sink and most sinks at that place with so many choices where they really don't give you much in terms of choices within the range that sensible people want to dwell.

Plus side for me I got a new tongue and groove wrench and a basin wrench out of the deal.

So we got back home and started working on it from 9 PM to just past midnight early Friday at the cheery time of 12:20 AM.  We called it a night with everything working but one drain not connected because if everything lined up and worked on the first try, it just wouldn't be a story about a homeowner running to Home Depot now would it?

So Friday, i.e. the day it was when I started typing this started with going to New Jersey to work, which was fine, it was all physical as the company is changing locations, but that's whole different story.

I left work early at 4 PM because of the snow.

This picture was taken at 4:15 PM at the foot of the Ben Franklin Bridge waiting forever to get on the Vine St. Expressway. 

I got near home around 7 PM. 3 hours for a commute that on average takes me an hour, sometimes less sometimes more.

I should've stayed on 76 and gotten off for Lincoln Drive but I didn't want to wait in that long line on that joke of a highway. I took Rt. 1 to Broad Street like the idiot I am.

Anyways, somewhere near the intersection of Cheltenham and Broad, I get a call from the wife. She's half panicked half yelling. It took me a while from all the damn beeping and wailing in the background that our home's smoke detectors had been going on for a such long time that one of the neighbors called the cops and fire department because the sound was piercing the entire development.  I tell her to try and turn the power off to the damn things at the circuit box.  It doesn't work, I tell her I'll think something up and hang up.

She keeps calling, I don't know what to do because I'm trying to stay alive and moving on the damn excuse for a commute tonight had.

I called a buddy asked if he knew anything. He gave me suggestions, which I then forwarded to her.  None of them worked.  Our neighbor tries to help, and thankfully got most of the alarms to silence.  All except the one in the bedroom.

Meanwhile as I got near home, I made a trip to the "Dollar Store" aka Five and Below to get seven 9-volt batteries.  Pep Boys because I couldn't see out my windshield after draining my washer fluid on "The Commute", then Office Max to buy some compressed air in a can to try and clean the smoke detector (which my friend found on the Internet), and go to said friend's house to rob him of his ladder to reach that final unreachable alarm on our ceiling.

I get home, wife is surly and half-deaf, I'm dead tired.  I reach the damn thing and now my home is silent yet again.

To make an even longer story short, I fixed the damn sink drain and it's connected now, and tomorrow morning I have to replace all of our smoke detectors. Fun stuff.