Not Your Typical Night...

I'm sitting on the couch when I hear what sounds like someone crashing their car into our house. I grab my shoes and as I walk outside I see a car flipped over on the street in front of my house and a guy a few houses away sprinting. Pretty entertaining evening...

Ever since this night I've been thinking about the incentives here. The guy was clearly drunk so does he stay and get a DUI or do does he run and (assuming he doesn't get caught that night)  and get charged with leaving the scene? In the end, the guy got away from police that night but was found a couple of days later and charged with leaving the scene.  It turns out, since no one was hurt, that it is a class 2 misdemeanor. So there is incentive in this case is to run, which is kinda messed up.

By the Couch, Not On the Couch

With Beau in first grade and Pierce and Cash both in preschool we are getting our first taste of life with everyone in school. I'm not going to lie, it's pretty great.

This was from their first day after Marta said, "Go stand by the couch so I can take your picture."

Here We Go Again

We noticed a leak in the toilet a couple of weeks ago. A little water was coming down the pipe into the basement on each flush. Usually that's a bad ring on the bottom, so not a huge deal. But that's not really how we roll. So here we go again.

The old toilet was put in before the tile so it had to be chiseled out. Our floor was so out of whack that the new toilet couldn't be leveled and look nice, so we decided to take out the old tile and level the floor with shims and new sub floor. New tile on the floor means we need to also change out the shower tile. If we're going through the trouble to take out the floor then we're going to go ahead and change out the vanity to a pedestal. To do the plumbing for the pedestal we need to move pipes into the wall. After taking out a chunk of the plaster wall it was easy to see how hard it would be to get a level surface for the brick wainscoting planned, so let's take it out. Here's what our bathroom now looks like - all because of a faulty $1.29 wax ring and some twisted logic.