The people who owned this house before us were incredibly cheap, or so we think. They were a Catholic family with a bunch of kids and made some odd choices when they added the second story to the house. The bathroom is a narrow dormer that looks quite funny outside. Tearing out the sheetrock and the floors shows some fairly shoddy workmanship. Today my contractor called me because the drain line for the toilet was going uphill instead of downhill. Seriously. Getting rid of the poo in the toilet is probably one of the more important things my bathroom can do for me, so downhill is the way to go with it. I’m not sure why he even thought he had to call me about this.

Today at the gym the workout was hard enough that I was babbling. Not that I don’t babble in general, but I came up with another formula. I’m twice as old as some of the women there, so I thought, what if I had the mojo to go out with two women that are half my age? Does that mean I also have to follow the conservation of mass and go out with two 22-year-olds that weigh 82.5 pounds each? Maybe they’d have to only be 45″ tall. I’m not real comfortable with these calculations.

Fortunately, I’m much more theoretical about these social situations than my engineering background would suggest. I’m not about to put any of this into practice. It’s kind of like buying my yearly lottery ticket and thinking about what I’d do with the money. Pay a lot of tax is the only thing I know for certain about what I’d do.