No More Drips

We really like living in Cary, but there is one minor drawback. I don't know all the chemistry of it (to my embarrassment), but whatever they use to treat the water slowly dissolves the rubber used in washers and toilet flappers. Because of this we've had a slow leak from one of the bolts coming out of one of our toilet tanks. I picked up the replacement kit about a week ago, but never got around to doing it.

This morning I finally conquered the drip. Getting the old corroded one off took about a quart of WD-40 and a lot of work. Now begins the paranoia of wondering if it is going to leak. I'm funny that way with plumbing work.

We have Brenna spending the night tonight while her parents make her room pink instead of purple. I wonder how long it will be before she decides that purple is her favorite color instead? Either way, I think she is going to have pink for a long while now...

Lily is hosting a tea party tomorrow for some of her kindergarten friends. This was kind of sprung on Amanda while Lily was talking to a friend on the phone. I've explained to Amanda that this is what you get when you make tea parties look so effortless to Lily. We're going to keep it simple though, so it should be a pretty easy affair for Amanda. Easy except for the aftermath of having 3 sugar-crazed 5 year-old girls in the house, that is. The party is during Noah's nap time, but once he wakes up we're out of here. We may have to go to a firing range or something similarly masculine.