Today we had Direct TV (Satellite Dish) installed. First, Darla (a dog) kept screaming during the three hour long process. Then, I discover the TV installer disabled the phone and Internet so I could not work and that it elongated his visit another couple of hours. I am also visiting the crazy dog (one of two) every five minutes.
Then I hear a whoooosh wooosh..I run down to the basement to see the Satellite Dish Installer standing on a ladder with gallons of hot water shooting at him. I turn off the water for the whole house to see he had completely busted the hot water pipes. I throw him a towel and ask him if he's okay while thinking Son Uv a B#@$%! Bam, we call the Plumber. We had a plumber and the Satellite guy at the house at one time.
Meanwhile the dogs are still being more difficult by the minute. I take them outside to watch them gleefully dance around in the completely muddy backyard while periodically visiting both the Dish Guy and Plumby the Plumber. After about half a Bank Account later, the fellers leave and the dogs are cleaned off with a towel. Not every day can be Ice Cream, Happy Hugs and High Fives. At least we have HDTV via a Satellite...and a brand spanking new PVC plumbing pipe.
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I was there, too. You didn't mention me.
~Aimee
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