Shabbey Road
I spoke unguardedly about the panic attack I had in the shower early Sunday morning. The panic that attacked me when I realized that if my sister and her family were coming to our house for the #&*!@ Pirate Party^(tm) that they would eventually need to bathe. That means the peeling paint and mildew in the bathroom need to be addressed. Eventually.

I can’t say the girls are all talk and little action. Fran and Martha started scraping, sanding, spackling. The phrase that comes to mind is “hammer and tongs.” And the bathroom is so overdue for help that a hammer and tongs might reasonably be useful.

Now I’m curled up on my bed while the Beatles blare and the dust floats by. Each song is just perfect...like an iTunes essentials compilation: Beatles Bath Bash.
I’m Looking Through You
Fixing a Hole
You Never Give me Your Money (Home Depot remix)
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window.

Oh, Lord, please don’t let them attempt to create a bathroom window.