Where the fuck have you been?

I know, I know...life got in the way again but you'll get over it. Why? Because I'll tell you a story to appease your wearied souls and have you reaching for your forks. But, you'll need to get in line...

I haven't done a shot in 17 years, but if there was a time I was going to do a shot, Sunday night would have been perfect. I came home from a weekend trip to The Thing's (more details to come, hopefully tomorrow, but don't hold your breathe) to find that The Paperweight's asshole tendencies had struck again. Apparently, my toilet (which, according to Thing flushes the wrong way. Once again, a discussion for another day) had begun leaking from in between the toilet base and the floor. Did this cause The Paperweight to clean up the floor tile and caulk said leak? Did he call a plumber? Did he at least call me and tell me what was going on? Um...noooo, on all accounts. That would make too much sense for him.
Instead, he tore up the (since discontinued and therefore irreplaceable) floor tiles completely surrounding the toilet and just let the toilet continue to leak on the sub floor.

He's so stupid, I really wonder how he doesn't fall down more.

I made him caulk around the base of the toilet thereby fixing the leak that began all of the trouble, but I now have a 1 foot minimum area around my toilet that is nothing but bare concrete slab. Really....what do you say to that?
All I could manage that night was a, "I really wish you hadn't done that" and left it at that...cause, you know...it's hard to even get angry anymore. It's more of just... Have you ever seen/read 'Of Mice and Men'?
The Paperweight is my Lennie.

The next morning, I sent him a "You know...this isn't your house anymore and you can't just walk into someone else's house and tear out their floor and so, yeah, you're going to pay to replace it" email.
Not a word has been said in response from him.

Maybe he fell down somewhere.