ugh.

When Gloria Steinem said "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle" she was way off.

And yes, I can give you way more than one very good reason why...

But first, I'll start with the basics. Below is what most of my labor day monday evening consisted of....Yes. A plunger. That was my weapon.

Below that, is my arch enemy.

Today I did a bit of cleaning, as I do at the end of most weekends (as I tend to make quite a mess during them), and this time it included a bathtub scrub down. Now, the drain, although acting up recently, had been regularly plunged by myself, and in need of some extra help I'll admit. But of course, I procrastinated, and now it has come to bite my in the ..ahem. yes....

So, First, I managed to break my first plunger. Had to get a new one. Got the new one. Now I have sore hands. Used nasty chemicals, which I hate doing. And after following the instructions very carefully, as to not waste ridiculously expensive drain cleaner, and hoping the "cleans drains in three seconds!" slogan would come through for me, it instead was three seconds of swift disappointment. Funny how fast you can blow money these days...(and thank you NY for being oh so expensive - where I have desensitized myself into believing plastic plungers really do cost $7)

So now, I'm rather pissed off. And if you haven't gathered by now, the bathtub is still winning.

So this is one of those moments where I can tell Gloria she's full of complete rubbish, that if I did in fact have a man around, he would have won the battle with my bathtub hours ago. He would have used his wonderful single-mindedness and got the job done, and probably with pure man power so I wouldn't have to use nasty chemicals. Like a knight in shining armor, he would have raised the plunger high above his head in victory!! And I could have spent my evening doing a million other things I wanted to do...

Instead, I have sore hands...but I think I mentioned that already. Call me a fish if you like, but right now I need a damn bicycle. Time to send an email to my landlord....ugh. I hate you bathtub.

my weapon...

my arch enemy...