It seems as though whenever I’m slightly at a loss for what project to post SOMETHING in my house decides to mock my moment of calm by giving me hours of unrest. Just when I start to feel at ease in a specific room and get lulled into a feeling of reassurance that it will not betray me, it betrays me. 90% of the issues stem from the sellers and the handymen that they hired. I do not believe a 70-year-old man laid the tile in his own kitchen. Therefore, I also do not believe his wife advised him to use the most permeable grout in the history of man and then skip the sealant.
I recently got a new, apartment size dishwasher and “we’re” (Kyle) still getting use to the amount of soap to use. As a result, there have been about four overflows (I’m not talking catastrophic amounts of water– 5 or 6 ounces at maximum.) Well, on the last episode of “Can’t Load the Dishwasher” which aired tonight, the main character (me) starting bitching to the co-star about how the overflows need to end because the water can seep under the cabinet and rot out the wood if it keeps happening. Not two minutes following that riveting monologue, she steps foot on a tile that starts sloshing around and making a cartoony suction cup noise. The censors were all over this episode so I edited it down to a 30 second narrative.