A couple days ago, my roommate was on her way to go put some more oil in the generator. She got tied up with a visitor so I said I would do it. I had seen it done before I pretty much knew I had it under control. I opened up the proper spot and started pouring. Well I figure that once I got enough oil, I would start to be able to see it coming near the top of where I was pouring. It never did so I just kept on pouring, until I emptied out our oil container. I then checked the oil dipstick and noticed that the whole stick was covered. Now I've never really seen it that high before, so thankfully, I went to ask my roommate what she thought of my oil pouring skills. She immediately shook her head and told me I had put way to much oil in the generator and could really mess it up if i turned it on with that much oil inside (good thing I didn't turn it on). Apparently you have to keep checking the oil level with the dipstick as you're adding it...and not just eyeball it. The roomie said she thought I knew how to do it. I told her I thought I did too. Anyway, we had to wait for someone to come drain all the excess oil...and he couldn't help but shake his head at me too.
The very next day I was doing laundry. I was on my way to the clothes line with a tub of wet laundry when I stepped in a hole and fell down scattering my clean clothes. Well, the hole was there because earlier we had a leaky water pipe in the spot that had to be dug out and fixed. Guess who's big foot broke the pipe when she fell in the hole and sent water spewing in all directions....yep it was me. I ran and turned the water off, waited for the pipe and hole to dry, then fixed it the only way I knew how.....lots of duct tape. Currently the pipe is just slowly dripping (which I consider a victory) but we'll see how long my handy work lasts. With my track record, I'd say I only have a few more minutes. I'm starting to get a complex that everything I'm near falls apart.
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