Home plumbing repairs successful. Today, I am a man.

The superfrustrating ever-slowing flow from the kitchen tap was investigated by yours truly, in an effort to avoid calling all-thumbs landlord who would have torn the entire kitchen apart and left it dismantled before telling me he'll call someone to fix it next week. Anyway, after some dismantling and cleaning and steel-brushing, it turns out the aerator was blocked. With what? With a motherfucking pink granite PEBBLE. Not grit, or some ewww sludge, with a motherfucking pebble the size of a pencil eraser. True mineral water! My pipes must be huge.

Also, whenever I log into Ravelry, I always, and I mean always, start singing "Valleri" with the words changed to Ravelry because I am sad. I think I just embarrassed myself.