A blog that isn't about Kenzie

You're probably wondering why I have posted such a random picture. Well, those of you that know me well may already be able to guess why that sink fell to the floor in the vanity.

For those of you who are still scratching your heads, here is the story:

Erin, Kenzie, and I went away for a quick trip to Atlanta this past weekend. We took Kenzie to Stone Mountain which was really cool. I haven't been there in years and it was such a beautiful weekend to be outside. We decided to drive into Atlanta and find an inexpensive hotel. It was almost 9pm already so we weren't looking for anything fancy. We decided on a Days Inn in the Buckhead area figuring, it's probably nicer than most because of the location.

Um, yeah. About that. . .

I'm not saying it was awful, all I know is that we have since decided that in the future, we will always ask to see the rooms before paying to stay there. I remember living in an apartment in the early 80's that had fixtures and such that were appropriate for that era- ironically, this Days Inn had the very same things! Although, I bet that apartment complex has updated it's dwellings, while it appears that this particular Days Inn has not. But I'm not really talking about design, as much as true age, and with age comes wear and tear. I'm including carpet in that category.

We make it through the night on a "queen" sized bed that should actually be called "very small full" size. It had one of those mattresses where when two people lay on each side, they kind of both roll to the middle because the springs are saggy. Kenzie's bed didn't seem to have that problem, but then again she only weighs 28 pounds and she slept in the middle of it anyway.

Let me describe the vanity. And pay attention, because my description is key to the story behind the picture above. There is a sink in the counter (on the left) and empty counter space on the right. Under the sink, there used to be a cabinet door, but this has since been boarded shut and painted over. Under the other side of the counter are three drawers which have also been glued shut, painted over, and have had the hardware removed. Most of the girls in my life are aware of the fact that I sit in the sink to apply makeup. It sounds strange, but it gives a perfect distance to the mirror. You actually sit on the outer counter rim and put your feet in the basin, with your legs in kind of an indian-style position. Your knees rest on the sides. Try it sometime. It's very convenient.

So, Erin is taking a shower and Kenzie is watching tv and I'm applying makeup in the sink. Much like a regular day at home. Except at home, you wouldn't expect the sink you're sitting in to suddenly crash to the floor below and for you to fall in the hole.

And that's exactly what happened.

I wasn't hurt, but that sink and all of the pipes are certainly not in working order. And no, I have not gained weight. If you look closely, you may be able to discern the mildewed and molded walls. I stand by my opinion that I didn't break the sink; I just helped it receive a clearly overdue maintenance call.

And for those of you who are curious, upon check-out, Erin did not tell them that I was sitting in the sink when it fell in. He told them I was brushing my teeth. I don't consider that a total lie, only because I think that it would have eventually fallen in while someone was doing just that. Instead of charging us for a plumbing bill (which would have been totally unfair and ridiculous) they just apologized for our inconvenience. They also didn't act that surprised when Erin told them about it, which leads me to believe that they are used to having major appliances and fixtures break!

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.