Well, there goes the weekend...

Up until about thirty minutes ago I was having a splendid weekend -- westrider came down, which meant instead of painting the rent-a-room and cleaning house and panicking about my general overwhelmed-ness I spent two days geeking out. It was really relaxing, and I woke up this morning ready to be productive on my day off!

Note to powers that be: When I said "ready to be productive" I meant "ready to work on the to-do items I already have," not "ready to learn how to replace a sink trap."

When madalchemist* took the trash out last night, there were a few inches of water in it. We checked and found a slow leak under the sink, but it was late at night so we just shoved the empty trash can underneath and figured it would keep.

This morning it isn't dripping; it's pissing like a drunk the morning after from a corroded hole in the trap.

Looks like I get to learn something new. Joy.

*To anyone who was on ME3 mp with us this weekend, "HarmlessNPC" is my housemate, madalchemist.

This is my family's dinner table conversation

E and I went over to mom and dad's for rehearsal tonight, and had a lovely meal (beef roast, red wine, and polenta, mmmm). Over dinner the subject of the recent right-wing attacks against birth control came up, which isn't strange: we're all pretty politically aware, and my parents both work for the department of health, so it's very much on the radar.

What my parents apparently hadn't heard was the Santorum donor who said that an aspirin held between the knees was good enough contraception, so I told them.

Mom looked bewildered for a moment, then said "But -- you just roll over! It still works from behind! I mean, really, wow, they must be boring in bed!"

I pointed out that was the same issue I've found discussing sex and disabilities -- whenever the issue of brittle bones and bonin' comes up in fandom, someone says "Would top or bottom work better?" as if those are the only two choices.

By that point mom was just spluttering "Or?! OR?!" In a tone of voice that said "THIS IS NOT A BINARY CHOICE. THIS IS A BUFFET."

E (my boyfriend, in case that isn't abundantly clear): "Well, for a certain type, if it's not guy on top it's not moral, right?"

Dad: "Man, I'm glad we're not them. We have so much more fun."

Cue the rest of the meal veering into a discussion of how open-minded people have better sex lives.