tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-8599102661757031292008-06-17T09:38:00.000-05:002008-06-17T09:38:00.000-05:002008-06-17T09:38:00.000-05:00I could never be a plumber. Too much nastiness, too much climbing into small places. (I'm remembering my very large plumber shoving himself through the opening to underneath the house, and worrying that he'd get stuck there. What if he couldn't get back out? Would I just have a pony-tailed plumber named Floyd living under my house forever? "Oh, don't worry about that noise coming from the floor--it's just Floyd.")lizgwizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907508137794025189noreply@blogger.com