Out of Plumb

What can I tell you, the whole place conspired against me this weekend. The puppy decided that everything on the table was edible including a box of shotgun shells. The easy fix of my wife’s pickup has turned into a nightmare. Swapping out the in-tank fuel pump didn’t fix the starting problem. I was able to resurrect the lawn mower for one more last hurrah! It had a stuck exhaust valve do I am sure to the extra heat generated by all of its worn out internals. Had it running long enough to mow the rest of the yard then she quit again. When I drained the oil it was hot enough to burn the paint off the side of a coffee can. I don’t expect it to run again. The only house related stuff I got done was to use the remaining 25 pounds of mud to texture. I will get more mud tomorrow and have at her again with no interruptions; I don’t own much more that can break. Enjoy another snippet from my dank basement of news wallpaper of knowledge! Maybe I should take up smoking, I am a little jittery...