"Joe The Plumber"

Bear with me.......

Today was interesting...that is quite an understatment. As I write this, I am really trying to smile and remain calm and collected.
It all started when I was taking a shower. I have OLD...CRUSTY knobs to turn on the water, ok? You have to turn the hot water knob all the way on and turn the cold water knob just a little bit to get the right temprature. Well.....the cold water knob came off! I picked it up off the shower floor and observed it. The back of the knob was covered in glue... I thought to myself, 'this isn't the first time that this has happened...who the *heck* would do something like this'? Then my eyes began to roll...why am I even asking....Of course i know who did this.....JOE CHITTY (the person my husband and I are renting from).
You kinda would have to know why I was rolling my eyes at this man and it started from day 1 when we moved into this house. The renters are not smart people. They literally have no common sense.
Anyway, I had to turn off the water because now i couldn't have any cold water and the water was now scalding. I go into the second bathroom and bathe myself "the old fashioned" way in a tub...ugh. When I was decent, I called the Chitty's about the dilemma. His wife called me back and told me Joe would be their shortly. He came and went straight into our bathroom to see what was the problem. He said, "I think I can fix this"! I thought, 'Sure you do. Just slap some glue on there"!! He asked if I had a flat head screwdriver. At this time, I was on the phone with Dee asking him where his tools were, the dog is going ballistic looking for blood, and I am in the garage going thru Dee crud. He had heavy objects on top of his toolbox, which I needed help moving and nobody would help. I was yelling from the garage at Sabrina to quit barking and Dee is talking in my ear to walk me thru the "Where's Waldo screwdriver scavenger hunt"!!! By this point I am getting pretty irritated. I walked down the hall and gave JOE the screwdriver, yanked Sabrina out of the taxi and put her outside.....
Dee asks if I'm ok. Joe comes out and says he is going to soak the knob in CLR (actually he said CRL) and that he would be back later. He came back less than 5 minutes later with some tools and got back to work. He said he couldn't fix it (shock, shock) and that he would get a plumber. He left the house and I thought, 'yay! A professional'. Seconds after his departure, Grandma and I smelled something. It smelled like gasoline and the fumes got stronger towards my room! Grandma said he sprayed something. "He sprayed something and didn't tell us about it"! Dee called back and I told him that we were smelling fumes. He was upset and said he was calling JOE. He told him that I was pregnant and wanted to know if he sprayed anything. He also told him that if he ever sprayed he needed to tell us whether we were pregnant or not. Joe said the cleaning solution was not toxic and we needed to open a window.
Dee called Gabe, our friend and fellow Trooper, to come and open the window in the bathroom and get a fan to blow out the fumes.
Everything always happens when Dee is gone! I was livid. I just can't believe, pregnant or not, he didn't say, "hey, I sprayed some solution....you might wanna open a window". OMG.....
Sorry this rant was so long....it feels cathardic right now to me. I can't wait to move in March.