“A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella.”

when we bought this house it was with  the understanding that we would install a bidet.  we had one in the other house and i wasn't going backwards hygiene wise.

 

 

So first i tried a bidet washlet seat. which was nice for perianal cleaning but didn't  do the after sex or sweaty day job that a bidet does.  and then the heater stopped working so you get a dribble of cold water- all together unsatisfactory for vaginal washing. and i often used it for a footbath too. So I finally explained that my plumbing needs were not being met ( even though we have four and a half bathrooms) Today Tom the plumber came over to look at the master bath and explained that we would have to move the toilet over 12 inches to make room for the bidet and it would involve removing all the flooring in the bathroom up to the shower and tub and dry wall along that wall 36 inches high. And that was a best case scenario because if they didn't discover drain pipes in the wall they would have to start opening walls on  the main floor. crap crap crap. literally duh

 

so I could compromise again and remove a shower stall from a main floor bath and a small wall that has pipes in it and put a bidet in that bathroom - which would be less disruption upstairs and all the rough plumbing already exists so it would cost less money and aggravation but wouldn't be in the master bath but I would at least have a bidet.

 

jim and I are not handling this well, I am still tender from the kitten incident yesterday and he is pissed because i said I wasn't a short order cook for him tonight as he  races to go out to a play that I refused to see ( and he probably won't like anyway) I cook 90% of the time but I dont think it is too much to ask for him to fend for himself occasionally. so he followed me into the studio and started asking me about the principle of this and I shouted ,"There is no fucking principle...I just want you to leave my studio." and he loooked whiney and left.

okay he did add some drawer front to spots in the kitchen still left undone after a year and I am supposed to jump up and down, exploding with gratitude and offer him a five course meal before the play and a blow job after? sometimes I think I married Princess Charles only balder and with smaller ears.

 

I made an appointment for a massage and I am searching out a talk therapist. I am REALLY pissy lately. i hate puns.