Happy I have Plumbing

Just had a call from girlfriend and when she finished telling me her story I said "I am happy I have plumbing" and I feel that is something good for this day.

E went to her fathers 65th birthday last evening. Her daugher and boyfriend flew in from Montreal for the occasion (his first time in NS). Her other 2 daughters and boyfriends all boarded their vehicles to head out over the highway for the 1 1/2 hour drive to the big "party". E always tells me that her family is rednecks but you sort of laugh it of. Well when I talked to her this am to see how things went she told me this. While down in her parents community she needed to go to the washroom. She stopped by her sisters trailer. Post little establishment with old cars and odds and sods in the yard. E told her kids to all STAY IN THE CAR. She went in. Her sister had taken the washroom and a bedroom and made it into one large washroom. She had brand new plywood on the floor and a new toilot, sink and bathtub. Her sister proceeded to tell her that they had no running water, so showed her how to take the outside hose and wash down the toilot. She said if E didn't feel like cleaning/flushing the toilot she could leave her "doings" for later and someone else would wash it down. And best of all when E was finished she was just take the same hose and put it in the sink and wash her hands. Poor E was mortified. She then took the kids to a new local pub for supper before the big party. She told the kids when they got to the party not to eat the sandwiches because they were probably made early in the morning and now not fit to eat. The party got underway, with everyone arriving, with moonshine in hand. Yes moonshine. Actually some of them had been drinking moonshine all afternoon so were already drunk by the time the party started. Live band and all - all the local musicians (all over the age of 65) playing all night. What a time. E got out of there by 10:30 before the first fight broke out HAHAHA. I guess I should also say Happy I am not a Redneck

Flyers

I love Thursday - that is when our flyers are delivered. Usually around 4 in the morning you can hear a car slow down in front of the house and throw out the flyers in the fancy pink plastic bag. I usually get out of bed around 6:30, when my husband delivers me my morning coffee. I then go get the flyers. Well last night around 8:30 I was outside checking out my gardens (my sisters will now roll their eyes at that - go figure they say) and their is that fancy pink bag at the top of the driveway. I run up to get it and, as I normally do, I grab the bag and swing it around in a circle and go towards the house. Well, last night when I swung the bag the bottom came out and flyers went all over the driveway. I'd say it was a little embarrassing but it happened once before so I just started singing as I picked them up -just like I had expected them to scatter.

On a sad note, I want to pass on my condolences to my girlfriend D, on the loss of her neice to a horrible traffic accident. She left behind 2 small boys.