I'll be spending my child-free weekend (they're visiting some of their grandparents for bonus trick-or-treating) doing some chores that have piled up my house - mostly, by luck of the draw, things related to the household.

Me and water don't have quite the erratic & dangerous relationship that I enjoy with my friend electricity (I always have fun showing my friend how many screwdrivers I have with obvious arcwelding scars on them). It's not so much that I'm bad with electricity, I'm just unfortunate. I've gotten better over the years, thank heavens, at remembering to do things like turning off the power mains before I start fiddling with things and not mixing water with live wires.

But plumbing and I have more of a relationship like old college chums who don't see each other very often but greet each other warmly and heartily when they do. The worst I've done while plumbing was to drop a wrench on my foread while working on a pipe above my head. It left a mark, but didn't require stitches.

So here I go. We'll hope for the best.