Two Fags & a Hag

This is the name of the reality home renovation show my roommates and I are going to start. If only we had video documentation of our renovation/demolition thus far, I definitely think Bravo would pick us up. For those of you that have forgotten or are new to this bizarre blog of mine, I live with my gay friend and his fiancé. The comedy began Sunday when we took possession of the house our first project was to disconnect the dishwasher so that the previous owner could pick it up; she bought it back from us for $125.00. So since I know nothing about appliances, in general ;), I was in charge of holding the dishwasher propped on its side while the boys figured out what we had to do and disconnect underneath. The first incident was that apparently you don’t just turn off the water to the kitchen; you have to turn off the water main to the house, oops! So water came shooting out into the kitchen, don’t worry I didn’t let go of the dishwasher, I held my post. Once we remedied that little faux pas it was time to cut the electric wires (or something, I have no idea). We were joking that at least the boys took out life insurance on Shane the week before and that if he died by electrocution it would pay double. Ha, Ha, POP - sparks! Damn it, apparently we needed to cut the power to the entire house, not just the kitchen. Shane is alive, but no longer has hair on his fingers or wrists. I am fine as well, just got a little jolt but not enough to drop the dishwasher – I am one hell of an assistant!

It’s strange because we now own a house and I don’t feel like we’re old enough to - we have no fucking clue what we are doing half the time. Upon discussing this matter over brunch we came up with our home show name, Two Fags & a Hag. I will keep you updated on upcoming episodes/disasters as they come about. Stay tuned!