nobody asked…

To those who read and commented on my previous post and then had the gall to go ahead and have fun without me while I was huffing and puffing … up yours. And to those who did so while lifting a bottle, glass, or skin of your favorite adult beverage in my direction … bless you. And here is my weekend report card:

• Food Disposer removed and reinstalled correctly. No leaks. CHECK
• Store Manager du jour for the Food Disposer vendor quickly agreed his people had blown this one and credited my credit card with the full amount of installation charges. Thanks to Roomie for filling the role of Chief Sweet-talking Negotiator while I stood just off-stage ranting and yelling obscenities. CHECK
• Shelf in walk-in-closet re-installed with new wall anchors and clips. CHECK
• Closet contents sorted through and put back. CHECK
• Tennessee Vols won handily over Arkansas Hogs. CHECK, CHECK,CHECK
• Alabama lost to Missippi State. CHECK …heh…
• Titans lost to Jacksonville Jagwires. REALITY CHECK
• Lightbulbs over stove replaced. Again. Damn Chinese quality. CHECK
• Drink enough wine to collapse in bed early and sleep it off. CHECK
• Get up this morning in time to go to butt doctor for consult on upcoming colonoscopy, which I am doing under protest, and only because Katie Couric told me I should. CHECK

Tired, exhausted from the weekend of work? Of course. But that is attended by a feeling of accomplishment when I stand back and gaze with quiet admiration at my handiwork. And is both sweetened and embittered by the football results of the weekend. Now to get to work and make enough to pay for my last-minute, spur of the moment trip to Knoxville next weekend to cheer on my Vols as they hold off the invading hordes of intellectuals from Vanderbilt.