Shokufeh is... home

Shouldn't wear white pants after Labor Day

Today, I thought it would be a great idea to change the window in the kitchen. It's been cracked for a while, and I've been meaning to fix it, but thought it required the cooperation of everyone in the house: Sam and me to carry out the removal of the old glass and installation of the new, my dad to supervise since he's the only one with experience in putting in windows but can't physically do so these days since one of his arms is in a cast, my mom to watch MrMan, and MrMan to not get into too much mischief. But weekends keep coming and going, without our changing the window. So, today, while MrMan was napping, I took it upon myself to do it, with intermittent assistance from Sam in steadying the glass. The removal went relatively smoothly, though I would advise against scraping a window frame in windy weather. The insertion of the new pane made me a little nervous, as I kept picturing it shattering down to the ground below. But I got it and the glazier points in place. The glazing compound was next. In my defense, my dad, in excrutiating detail, told me where in the house the various supplies were. Nowhere in his details was mention of the gun that the tube of glazing compound should go in. So, when I saw the tube, I thought I was to squirt the glazing compound onto the frame and then smooth it out. But it was tough going, getting the stuff out. So I resorted to squeezing the tube between my knees. I did this a couple of times, applying the fruit of my labors to the frame. And then I squeezed and nothing happened. I was confused, and squeezed some more. Still nothing. Then I shifted, and saw that I'd just squeezed the tube's contents onto my jeans! One of my three pairs of pants. Good thing this was water-soluble glazing compound.