Water, Water, Everywhere
Had my interview today. I'm not a great judge of these things--no matter what happens, I walk out thinking I bombed it, and today was no exception (okay, "bombed" is harsh; I got off to a weak start and don't feel like I fully recovered). Came home feeling bummed. Picked up my new (& expensive!) pair of glasses to find they had a large scratch on them. Double bummed. Then we turned onto our street to find it blocked by a work crew and a small river.
Shades of the last time this happened, there was a water main break in front of our building. So, we seem to have gone from too much water in the car to not enough in our apartment. I see what you did there, Irony! Anyhow, the Prof went down to the office to find out when it might come back on. They didn't really answer the question so much as told him it was a good night to go out to eat. Heh. Considering I was going to make a pasta-based dish--which would require, y'know, boiling water--we decided this was a good idea. We turned right around and headed for the Italian place around the corner (partly because we were in a pasta mood, partly so we could get water at the supermarket next door), and found that it's gone out of business.
This is my life, folks. Seriously.
This being the Main Line, we didn't have to go far for another Italian restaurant (one that's actually better, but STILL!), we had a lovely meal full of lovely sangria, cheesecake, and squid-ink pasta... so there's that.
However. I just had to pour a jug of water over my husband's hands so he could wash them, and if I cannot take a shower tomorrow morning I will continue to be most unhappy.
Shades of the last time this happened, there was a water main break in front of our building. So, we seem to have gone from too much water in the car to not enough in our apartment. I see what you did there, Irony! Anyhow, the Prof went down to the office to find out when it might come back on. They didn't really answer the question so much as told him it was a good night to go out to eat. Heh. Considering I was going to make a pasta-based dish--which would require, y'know, boiling water--we decided this was a good idea. We turned right around and headed for the Italian place around the corner (partly because we were in a pasta mood, partly so we could get water at the supermarket next door), and found that it's gone out of business.
This is my life, folks. Seriously.
This being the Main Line, we didn't have to go far for another Italian restaurant (one that's actually better, but STILL!), we had a lovely meal full of lovely sangria, cheesecake, and squid-ink pasta... so there's that.
However. I just had to pour a jug of water over my husband's hands so he could wash them, and if I cannot take a shower tomorrow morning I will continue to be most unhappy.