" Take a right by the porta-potty, then a left after the second backhoe. "

If you were to come to Casa Del Doghair, those would be the directions you ' d get. < br / > < br / > Every five years or so, Littleton ' s infrastructure guys decide it ' s time to replace the gas lines/sanitary sewers (that ' s how they refer to them: " sanitary sewers. " I would hope there ' s no other kind)/water lines/electrical distribution system/various bits of asphalt in my neighborhood. This month, it ' s the sewer lines. < br / > < br / > Do you have any idea how big sewer lines can be? I did not until this week. Apparently, replacing several thousand linear feet of sewer lines requires backhoes, something The Boyfiend calls a backtracker (on reflection, I think he made that up), a crane, and a whole shitload, pun intended, of disturbingly large plastic-and-metal tubes. These things are large enough to get lost in. And right now, five of them are piled up on what used to be my side yard. < br / > < br / > So be careful if you come visit. Don ' t climb on the equipment. And for God ' s sake, don ' t cut that left after the second backhoe too close, or you ' ll end up ten feet underground in a big hole, with a bunch of men in orange vests staring down at you. < br / > < br / > In non-sanitary-sewer-related news, nursing, both as a job and a concept, is eating my lunch. Mostly as a job. The concept of nursing is fine and dandy and I ' m still all up in its metaphorical grill, but the practice? is leaving some tread marks across my back. < br / > < br / > Part of it i...
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