For some reason, every day this week has felt like Friday.

The condensation pan (or whatever it’s called — you know, the thing the water goes in) for our apartment’s central air conditioning fell down two weeks ago. The maintenance crew came in right away to re-attach it, but there was all sorts of water damage in our closet (Nicole photoblogged this). They came out on Monday to re-paint the wall and install a new shelf, but we noticed more water on Monday night! Looks like the pan didn’t just get dislodged; it’s also heavily corroded on the bottom and leaking. There’s a bucket on the closet shelf now, collecting the water that drips until we remember to call maintenance back out to fix it.

Joshua Felix is really wearing his mom out. (You can come out now, you know!) His due date is the 25th, so I know we’ve still got time… and if he’s anything like his dad (3-and-a-half weeks overdue, thank you!) we’ve got plenty of time! Still, we want him out in the open where we can see him! We’re not the only ones; the boys grandmoms have been calling a lot more this past week or so; you know, “just to check in.”

Jordan e-mailed me yesterday to tell me that a guy we were in Cub Scouts with was killed in a
car crash, leaving behind a 2-year-old daughter. It’s an awful tragedy… but since I remember Joe as the class clown (and he’s the only person I know to be posthumously described as “ornery”), I felt it fitting to rhyme the title of this post in his honor. Here’s to you, “laugh-man.”