Pipes and Poles

Since Hubby can't sit still, he's cleaned out all the junk that we've stored in our downstairs bathroom-to-be and went to the library yesterday to get some books on plumbing. He's taken down the drywall and is busy making diagrams of where all the pipes are to go. He wants us to go shopping to pick out which tub, sink and toilet we want so that he can take all the measurements and set it all up for the day that we can magically afford to purchase the stuff. As for now, he's using all his Canadian Tire money to buy the pipes. He's also back on his crusade to try and get me some unemployment money. I have some new forms to fill out and return to UI today.

I've still been scouring the want ads looking for the perfect job. Did you know that I could make 10-12 bucks an hour holding one of those stop/slow signs at a road construction site? Did you also know that you need a special traffic control certificate to do that job? I remember my former brother-in-law one time drove by one of those people, rolled down his window and yelled, "Hey, Did you know that you could be replaced with a bucket of cement?"