Hi. My name is Luigi. I'm an Italian plumber with an over-rated brother.

So a day or two ago I was brushing my teeth and the cap for the toothpaste went down the drain. I could see it down there...just out of reach of fingers, screwdriver, pencil, or anything else I could try to shove down the drain after it. Yep...it was just out of reach...mocking me.

So today I decided I was not going to let a little inanimate piece of plastic get the better of me. After all, I'm a multi-cellular organism with a brain. I have the weapons of thought and reason. I can get this cap out!

So I got a pipe wrench and put it on the nut that holds the J portion of the P-Trap together to the sink and gave one gentle push. When I say gentle, this was the kind of nudge that would be used if one were to try to throw a lever of some sort. Enough to get it moving, but certainly not something that need to be reefed on. The pipe broke in two.

Okay, so the pipe was clearly very old and now the toothpaste cap was laughing out loud...not just mocking. It was thrilled that it got the last laugh in. Off I went to the local home improvement store and got a new P-Trap and some plumber's tape. A half-roll of tape and an hour and a half later, no leaks and I've got my toothpaste cap.

So I get that all done. It's near 9pm. I just want to sit down to some mindless entertainment after a long week of crap. I want to watch Family Guy. I've already missed The Simpsons due to the stupid plumbing incident.

I ask Dad, who is in the living room with the TV, what he's planning to watch. "I don't know." Well can I just use the TV in your bedroom then? "No, 'cause I'm getting ready to go to bed." "Can I just watch something out here then?" "It depends on what your Mother is doing." "Mom's stitching on the porch." "Well check." "Mum what are you doing?" "Stitching but I want to know what the movie is." "What's the movie, Dad?" "I don't know."

I gave up. I went to the kitchen and made my lunch for work tomorrow. A salad. How exciting. You know, I don't watch that TV all damn day...I let them have rule over it. I try to get one half hour in the evening and I get the run-around. And Dad? He didn't even make it to his bedroom before 9.20. And I know he's just going to stay up and watch TV. So why couldn't I just steal a half hour for Family Guy? I've had a long, hard week. It's not quality comedy, but it's nice to sit with something stupidly funny once in awhile to unwind.