Just dancing to the flying bullets

• When the boss asked which of the three of us wanted to go to conference in Las Vegas, all of us were mute.  THAT should tell you the state of affairs in fifth grade...  I don't "get" to go.  Courtney.  Alone.  After writing sub plans for a week.  Whew.
• Meanwhile, I am consumed with relief so I can TEACH MORE MATH AS FAST AS I CAN.
• The basement bathroom is now functional, after 8?  9?  months.  It's not finished- it MAY be this weekend, though.  But it has fixtures.
• And not a moment too soon.  Literally, the day the downstairs sink was installed, I heard splashing on the floor under the upstairs sink.  Yep.  Something had rusted ALL THE WAY THROUGH.  Groans...
• Andy and Peter "fixed" it- although a plumber is needed.  Then later that night I heard Peter, who was doing the dishes in the kitchen, "You have GOT to be KIDDING me."  Yep.  Water was shooting sideways out of the kitchen sink faucet.
• I steered clear of him as long as I could, but when Rose took her shower the next night and the basement drain backed up, I did have to consult him about having the guy come and clean the roots out of the pipes...