Saga of the PIPES

So, Tuesday is usually the day when I drive up to see my handsome boyfriend, L.B. in Norman. I also have class that day, so I usually don't go up until around 2. This past Tuesday, however, I was entering the fourth day of a horrible sinus infection, so I decided to skip class and drive up to Norman anyway. At about 8 am, when I'm usually learning Oklahoma History, I get a text message from my momma, who is already at school, saying she thought a water line had busted because the yard was flooded and we had not gotten any rain. Sure enough, there was a leak in the underground water line. The meter was spinning like crazy when I went out to check it. I turned the water off and tried to figure out what to do next. I decided not to go to Norman, which depressed the hell out of me. Since we're poor, mom and I had to fix the water ourselves. Yeah, we're chicks, but we do that shit. And I don't wanna hear a goddamn thing about women needing men to do shit, because we so obviously don't. Fuck you chauvinists. Anyway, what this is all leading up to is the saga, in pictures.


The hole with water and leaky pipes. I learned that our soil consists of regular dirt, red, gray and yellow clay and various sizes of sandstone rocks.
This is when we were trying to establish just where the pipe was leaking. It turned out that the pipe going in the lower elbow joint had somehow come unglued, and it was just stuck inside the joint. Water was seeping out around the pipe.
This is me, standing in the hole so you can see how deep it is (I am 5'2"). I am also looking depressed, because I hate digging.

This is what the new pipe looks like. We decided that we wanted a faucet closer to the front of the house, so we made one. Yeah, we engineered some shit. Anyway, hopefully no more leaks will happen. As of right now, we are letting the pipe cement cure for 24 hours and since we're both filthy, we came and got a motel room so we could shower and stuff. We will have water tomorrow though! Hooray, because I gotta do the dishes and some laundry.

So yeah, if anyone ever tells you that you can't do the same things a man can do, fuck them. They don't know shit. Oh and also, we probably saved thousands of dollars doing this ourselves. Think about that.