Here's to you...

Well, my little cheese ones (quesolitos), we have emerged victorious...at least for now. Thanks to Jerry Logan, who I am forever indebted to, our plumbing issues have been solved and bathroom renovation has resumed.

You know, there is atill a part of me that resents help from people I know. I mean, the honest truth is that I know two things about plumbing, 1) Jack, 2) Crap. That is it. So it can't take really long for me to be in over my head. Nevertheless, when a problem arises that I cannot fix, there is still this part of me that would rather call a professional plumber that I do not know and have him come bail me out, as opposed to calling someone I know who is simply more trained in the arts of man than I am. This is foolish and completely linked to shame, but still, I can't get past it.

Either way, we got Jerry Logan, a friend and fellow churchmember out there and he sweated the thingy off the pipe. I felt that I had sweated quite a bit over the pipe, but hadn't had progress. His sweating it off involved a propane torch and this weird heat resistant wrench. I am sure that I would have caught the inside of my bathroom wall on fire had I tried it.

Raise your glasses people...this one is for Jerry Logan.

Oh yeah. We turned the water back on and I finally got to shower. Small victories.

God save the Cheese.