It’s been a process, not an event.

Ren has posted many times about taking over working on the walls, but the sink, medicine cabinet, and light fixture in our bathroom were always squarely in my court, which left me with sweaty palms, more than a few choice curse words, and a distinct feeling that I was going to do more damage than installation on this project.

So, today, when I finished hooking up the P-Trap and flushing the lines, and realized that not only was the sink providing water, but it was all draining out without leaking all over the floor in a rot-inducing puddle, I realized that I needed to do what any other self-respecting internet-connected person would do:

Post to my blog. And you read it. Sucker.

I’m talking to one of my users, who asks the status on a project, saying that she hasn’t heard from the developer (we’ll call him Developer A) we were waiting on in a month.

So I asked Developer A what was going on. He says, “I think we’re waiting on Developer B.”

So I asked Developer B what was going on. He says, “We’re done with our thing. Now we’re waiting on Developer C.”

So I asked Developer C. His response: “Oh, yeah, uh, I got held up by prod issues. I’ll work on it today.”

I feel like I just played the pass-it-on game, you know, where you whisper something into the ear of the person next to you, and they to the next person, and so on, and then something comes out the other end. “We’re working on it” went all the way down the line and became “A yak farted in Afghanistan.”

Someday I’ll write a program that can automate this, too.

Ren: It’s Dave’s birthday on Saturday.
Ben: How old is Dave going to be on Saturday?
Ren: He’ll be 29.
Ben: Wow! That’s almost 30!

’nuff said.