Tuesday, May 1st, 2007
The sink? The beautiful, 95-pound beast of a sink? Yeah – it works. I know because I brushed my teeth in it this morning. I sprayed that gorgeous polished nickel faucet with its first spattering of toothpaste dots. Then carefully wiped it because I’d like the sink to remain pristine for at least 24 hours.
And how do I know it’s 95 pounds, you ask? Because we weighed it. We were debating whether I had the strength to assist in lifting it onto the wall brackets. Darwin said, “Can you lift 40 pounds?” and I said, “Of course.” But I wagered the sink weighed 150 pounds, not 80. So Darwin went and got the bathroom scale, padded it with a piece of styrofoam, and lowered the beast down onto it. 95.0.
And yes, I could lift it! My half anyway. We didn’t even have to call in any manly neighbor muscle to help.
The only thing not entirely perfect about the sink is the water lines. Darwin went to Lowe’s yesterday to buy them, but they only had 20-inch lines when we needed 24-inch. He surprised me by installing them for me this morning. What a man, that man of mine.
But the water lines do look slightly insane. They remind me of Steve Urkel’s pants.
But that can be fixed in future. For now, I DON’T CARE! Do you hear me, world? My sink works! I am happy.