Okay, I'm pretty inordinately pissed off right now. I woke up to a beautiful day, lovely blue sky (finally!) with the birds singing a chorus in the forest outside my windows. I felt good, feeling restless and wanting to get things ready I have been trying to finish up these last few things, including fixing the broken and leaky (cheap ass..) faucet that was installed with the apartment. I have been to Rona three times already (a debacle unto itself, as the woman first gave me the wrong faucet, then gave me the right one missing a part) and spent the morning clanging around under the sink, prying out the old faucet. Feeling pretty good about myself, even though I was crammed under there like an over-stuffed andouille sausage, feeling all 'Bob Villa', I get the old one out and go proudly to install my new faucet to which we can attach a hose in order to more easily fill the birth pool-- and then I discover that instead of drilling a hole where the hole in the sink is, the contractor who put in our granite counters didn't quite feel like drilling a whole hole (oh no!) but figured stuffing everything through a lazy-ass slot would be just fine. Well, I am here to say that it is not f**king fine at all, as I now cannot install a new faucet because it requires, you guessed it - A HOLE. So here I am, nine and a half months pregnant and my kitchen is torn apart and I have no working sink. Needless to say, I am not impressed - although I am able to see a certain sick irony in the fact that I am having a 'plumbing' issue...
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