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Hose Bibs & Spigots.

We are here to help you with your question about the cost of installing a hose bib or spigot.

The installation cost for a hose bib or spigot can vary based on several factors including location, accessibility, and any additional plumbing work required. This estimate typically includes the labor and materials needed for the installation, such as the faucet itself, fittings, and any necessary pipes or connections. However, please keep in mind that these are general estimates and the actual cost may differ depending on your specific circumstances. Factors like the complexity of the installation, the distance from existing plumbing lines, and any necessary modifications to your home's plumbing system can affect the final cost. To get an accurate price quote for your particular installation, we recommend reaching out to local plumbers or plumbing companies. They will be able to assess your specific requirements and provide you with a more precise estimate based on your individual needs. Remember, hiring a professional plumber ensures that the installation is done safely and correctly, giving you peace of mind and avoiding potential issues with leaks or damage down the line. If you have any further questions or need assistance with finding trusted plumbers in your area, feel free to ask. We are here to help! Disclaimer: The information provided above is for general guidance only. Costs may vary based on factors specific to your installation. It is advised to consult with local plumbers to obtain accurate price estimates for your project.

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Minnie's New Dolly

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults.

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Minnie's new dolly is soooooo pretty!

She has lovely long blond hair that Minnie is so excited to brush and braid, and Daddy says she can even cut it if she wants to! "Isn't Daddy nice?" he says, tickling her under the chin. "Giving you a dolly that's so fancy that its hair grows back?"

She's already said thank you, but she says it again. "Thank you!" She bounces up and down, and gives Daddy a hug, and then gives Dolly a hug. "Thank you, thank you!"

She'll say thank you tonight again, properly, with her bitsy or her buttercup, whichever Daddy chooses.

Minnie didn't used to play with dollies. She used to shout at Daddy and tell him that she was a grown-up and that she didn't play with toys. She used to like to play pretend games like 'job' and 'career woman' and 'making dinner'. She used to be so silly before Daddy found her!

Dolly is so warm and she's blink-blink-blinking with her blue eyes. She's not stiff like a Barbie doll, she's soft and floppy like a ragdoll, and Daddy has her propped up in the corner of Minnie's nursery so that she doesn't fall over. Her hands are wrapped in soft pink mittens -- "Matching!!" Minnie squeals -- and her feet are in shiny black Mary-Janes. Minnie wonders if they have spikes in the bottom of them like her special booties, the ones Daddy makes her wear when she forgets that baby-sluts only crawl unless they have permission to stand up and walk like a grown-up.

Dolly isn't wearing much more than her shoes and mittens and a pink-trimmed bib. She has a diaper, of course, and Minnie wonders if Dolly has as many accidents as she does. She hopes she'll get to play changies with Dolly. She's sure that she can keep her properly clean! And she knows what to do if bitsies get naughty during diaper changes -- ginger paste and spiky toys. And if Dolly gets too yucky or crusty or itchy, Daddy will hose her off in the garden.

Dolly's titties aren't quite as big as Minnie's, but they look soooooo soft. They're not hidden by her bib at all and Minnie squeezes them and plucks at her nipples and sucks on them just to see if milk comes out. It doesn't, but that's okay, she loves her Dolly anyway.

Dolly's mouth moves. "El," she says. Her lips are so pink and plump and kissable. "Elp."

Minnie claps her hands. "She talks, Daddy!" One of her little friends -- who also used to be a grown-up like Minnie! -- has a dolly with a drawstring that she can pull and it says things, but this is so much better. "I love her!"

But Daddy's frowning. "I think your dolly needs some special juice," he says. "It will help its naughty mouth behave. I'll be right back, princess, with a bottle for your dolly. You have to make sure it drinks every last drop, understand?"

Minnie claps. "Yes, Daddy!" she says. She can't wait to take her dolly out and show her off to everyone. When Daddy leaves the room, she lunges forward and presses a hard kiss to Dolly's mouth. "We're gonna play so many fun games!" she says. Dolly's mouth is still moving, like Minnie's does when she wants to suck on something, so she grabs her pacifier from the floor where she dropped it when Daddy showed her Dolly. It's a little fluffy from the carpet, but that's fine. She sticks it in Dolly's mouth. "Naughty mouths need something to suck on," she recites. It's one of the rules printed on the poster that hangs above Minnie's crib. "Oh, Dolly, we're going to be best friends."

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babysitting sarah with tommy!

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“Now I see why Joel wouldn’t let you babysit for so long.” 

You watched with furrowed brows as your boyfriend attempted to change Sarah’s diaper, the 13-month-old fussy and kicking her tiny, chubby legs at the man’s rough hands. 

“Quit it, just help me.�� He sighed, trying to unfasten the new diaper. You could tell Sarah was growing more and more fussy by the moment, evident by her whines and tiny hands rolled up into fists as she fidgeted from side to side. 

“Have you even wiped her?” You asked, tilting your head as you watched the predicament. You had stepped out for hardly even two minutes, packing up dinner as Tommy got Sarah ready for bed. 

“Hell, I wiped her.” Tommy scoffed, still struggling to undo the wings of the Pamper, his frown deepening as Sarah grew more whiney. “Shit went all up her back. I practically hosed her down but with wipes.” 

You silently reached out for the diaper, waiting for Tommy to give in and ask for help. With a sigh, he handed you the Pamper. A small pout grew on his lips, one practically matching Sarah’s, as he stepped aside to let you take care of the little girl, watching as you easily undid the flaps.

“Do you have her cream?” You asked, tucking the fresh diaper underneath the huffing girl’s bottom. 

Tommy grabbed the diaper bag, haphazardly digging around before grunting, “The hell you mean her cream?” 

“Tommy.” You sigh, holding her tiny feet with one hand as you motion for the diaper bag. You rustle through it, quickly finding the diaper rash ointment. You gently soothe it onto her chubby thighs, giving her small coos to try and calm her fussiness. She seemingly enjoyed the feeling of your soft hands instead of the rough carpenter ones of her dad and Uncle Tommy. 

You swiftly got the small girl into the diaper, triple-checking it wasn’t too loose or too tight. Then, into her pajamas, pink and decorated with little bunnies. “That’s much better, isn’t it, sweet girl?” You cooed, scooping Sarah into your arms. She babbled in response, much happier in her fresh clothes. Her small hands reached for your face, holding your nose as you let out a soft laugh. Despite his own fussiness, Tommy couldn’t help but feel himself swoon at the sight. 

That night, your symphony of Tommy’s snores had another instrument added-- the tiny noises of Sarah’s nose in her Pack N Play. 

The next morning, as Tommy walked into the kitchen, he could feel his heart swell tenfold than how it did the night before. The sight of you, balancing Sarah on your hip, as you cooked breakfast for three-- he swears cartoon-style hearts bubble around his head and his feet fall out from under him as he slips into his imagination of a life where it’s always the three of you, but a little one that had his dark hair and your captivating eyes. Your voice breaks him out of his la la land, asking him to place Sarah in her high chair. 

You and Tommy hardly touch your breakfast, instead too entertained by the little girl and how she gripped her tiny, pink spoon (one that matched the little blouse you had put her in) and messily scarfed down her delectable breakfast of oatmeal, sliced strawberries, and bananas. She smacked her lips, her food covering her lips, chin, and bib. 

“Is it good, girlie?” You asked in your sweet voice, tucking her straw curls away from her forehead as her spoon coordination grew a bit lazy. 

“Nana.” She answered, pointing her tiny finger at the yellow circle in her bowl.

“It is a banana,” You smiled, taking her answer as a good enough answer, “Good job.” Tommy chuckled, sitting across the table from you and watching the exchange. 

After breakfast, you began washing the plates as Tommy took Sarah out to the front yard. Spring was coming in, evident by the warming weather and the sun no longer only peeking out from behind dark clouds. He left the front door open, letting the natural sunlight in alongside the sounds of his laughter mixed with the small girl’s screams of delight. 

Curiosity getting the better of you, you turned off the sink and wiped your hands as you went to the doorway. Tommy was sat on the stairs of the porch, blowing bubbles out of a small wand as Sarah bounced and clapped her hands, trying to catch them all. 

You smiled, walking over and sitting beside Tommy, resting your head on his shoulder as he entertained the small girl with the bubbles. Watching as her curls bounced up and down with her endeavor to pop every bubble, you couldn’t help but softly admit, “She’s a cutie.” 

“Yep, she is.” Tommy agrees, pausing to blow out another array of bubbles for the small girl. “Imagine what one of our own would look like.” 

You look over at him, meeting his brown eyes and raised eyebrow. He had his familiar cheeky grin, one that made you stifle a laugh and stand, patting him on the shoulder as you went back inside. “Nice try.” 

A few hours later, Joel buckled up Sarah in her car seat and drove off, thanking you two for the night. As soon as his car disappears down the street, Tommy’s hands are kneading into your hips. 

“I meant it, earlier.” He speaks lowly, placing a soft kiss below your earlobe. “How does one of our own sound?” 

“We’ll talk once you learn how to change a diaper.” You laugh, turning in his grip and meeting his eyes. You pick up your left hand, raising your brow with a playful smile, “And once you put a ring on this finger.” 

He grins in his usual cocky, Tommy-like manner, grabbing your hand to hold in his own, placing a kiss onto your knuckles. “Looks like it won’t be long, then.” 

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I believe it was an American Toad (Anaxyrus americanus) out back by the hose bib this morning.

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My OOAK Frollo doll, start to finish...

Just thought I’d upload the entire process here; sorry if it seems repetitive of me, as I have posted pictures of this here before. It’s more so for my own record really, as it’s just super easy and convenient to put on multiple images onto one post here, or anyone who’s interested. 

Please note this is for my newest version, I have made others in the past using different doll bodies, fabric and head sculpts- some turned out better, some not, but all part of the experimenting, construction process.

Body: A Monster High Deuce Gorgon doll. I chose this because of the good articulation, good hand sculpts and it is the right size body to fit my head sculpts. Had to just trim the head peg and stabilize it by wrapping some string coated in PVA glue around it, as the weight of the head makes it flop down otherwise. It doesn’t have as much head movement as it used to, but it does have a little. 

In hindsight, one wonders if could be attached with magnets somehow, perhaps, but not sure. In the end it was attached with hot glue.

Head sculpts. I ended up using the one of the left. Made from super sculpey clay. The one on the right was originally on a different body, hence the different skin colour to match.

Purple trousers/Hose - made from purple stretch fabric- the same material used in swimwear.

I kept the top which came with the Monster High doll, as it has a nice brocade sort of pattern on it. I just dyed it purple, and made and attached the purple sleeves. Lets face it, no one knows wtf he wears under there,

Tricky part, the shoulder-piece.

Black velvet fabric with red braid /edging cord, and red ribbon stripes for the pauldron stripes. Back-piece of the purple stretch fabric. On the underside I made a pocket in which I inserted craft wire to hold the shape.

Finished with adding black cord around the edges to neaten it up, and glued on two red diamonds adhesive plastic craft jewels.

At this point I also made the white collar, the square shaped top sewn on. The circular base is so it stays in place. And also sort of resembles the collar and bib worn by nuns. Frollo Wasn’t a priest in the animated version that Disney did, but they sure sneaked in some clerical looking attire. 

And Finally...

I has dagger too.

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I don’t remember how i got here. I woke totally naked and asleep on what could really be called a dog bed. I then realize i am on what appears to be a farm house back porch.

I am totally baffled. I can’t recall anything prior to that moment.

Suddenly my attention is directed to a screen door opening in the porch and through the door comes a burly tall man wearing bib-overalls. But no undershirt and his hairy chest and arms are on full display.

I am immediately transfixed on this farmer and for some reason in my mind he is my “master.”

He crosses to me and while petting my head he speaks in a commanding voice while at the same time comforts me, “Come on boy, lets take you for a walk.”

He quickly put a collar round my neck, attached a leash, then made me get up on all fours and walk like a dog! He took me down the back stairs which is the first time I've even seen the farm but it feels like home.

We cross the lawn toward a huge barn but I didn't get to stay on the lawns, oh no, it was into the woods and up and down muddy paths, across a small stream and through bushes.

He had proper boots on, of course, but I was on my hands and knees, and I was covered in mud and scratches .

Then, when we got back to the barn and the back lawn, he spent the rest of the morning having me do tricks, you know, rolling over, or begging, or fetching a stick. He even made me put my head into a bowl to drink water. When I was busting for a pee, It became obvious and I started to shake my hind quarters trying hold it in but he led me to a large oak and had me lift my leg up and go against the tree! Some of the farm hands working around the barn saw it and they couldn't stopsniggering.

It was completely humiliating but a part of me felt it was normal! Eventually, he chained me up in a kennel and left me there for the rest of the day - and all of the night as well! It was so cold - I don't know why, because it was still summer ... at least I think so. Anyway, I hardly got any sleep. Master finally came round this morning, told me I stank - which I did - then turned a hose on me.

Once he had me clean he led me back to the house stark naked, collared and still confused, but still being led like a dog , past all the farmhands, back to the dog bed on the back porch. He removed the leash but left the leather collar on me.

It felt so comforting to have the collar. It was a sign of the master’s claim of me.

He scratched behind my ears and immediately i started to circle three times before settling into my bed.

This puppy was happy to be home.

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Part IV of Fate’s Epitaph, from a prompt suggested by @meshlaxbunny

WE’RE ALL ON THIS JOURNEY TOGETHER UNDER THE CUT.

She arrived at the Daimyo’s palace, at Boba Fett’s palace, at dawn. Excitement had exhausted her. She had a thousand questions.

So did he. The stars were still visible in the sky when Boba Fett rose and went to the window to pull back the sheer curtains and look for her. Fennec’s little pep talk was enough to convince him that being forthcoming and apologetic was the only path forward. He could never atone for all of the bloodshed he participated in as the ruthless bounty hunter, but he could make reparations for his role in her suffering. It was the dawn of a new day, indeed.

Droids unloaded the crates from her dewback and she walked to the kitchen to fill her water skin. She’d come to the conclusion that Boba Fett likely didn’t remember her at all from her time in enslavement under Jabba. He probably had his lieutenant doing all of the logistics and the generosity was a tactic to secure loyal help after Bib Fortuna’s incompetence drove all the best contractors away. That was a far more likely explanation than Boba Fett, the infamous bounty hunter turned Daimyo, remembering an enslaved dancing girl he took pity upon a handful of times. Maybe when next she saw the man in black, she’d inquire about what to expect under normal circumstances working for the Daimyo - the wining and dining to butter up new employees couldn’t possibly be a regular occurrence, but she suspected the pay would be more than reasonable. She wouldn’t mind sharing that little renovated servants’ quarters with a few other members of Boba Fett’s house, especially considering her odd hours.

She didn’t see Fennec approach. She was tired from too much excitement and too many long overnight trips back to back.

“The Daimyo wants you upstairs.” Fennec’s tone was flat, but she couldn’t keep herself from smirking.

Fennec led her up the spiral staircase to the top of the tower. She’d never been above the ground floor and the experience of climbing higher and higher towards Boba Fett made her head swim. Fennec showed her into a wide, sunlit room with a stone floor and a view of greater Mos Espa and the Dune Sea beyond. The furnishings were sparse but warm and included, curiously, a very expensive looking bacta pod. Boba Fett’s armor, the Boba Fett’s armor, stood on a stand next to a rack of weapons.

“Thank you Fennec. Leave us.”

The man in black was waiting for her. A familiar face, at least. Boba Fett was indisposed - there was no reason for the Daimyo himself to meet with a courier.

“I’ll gladly take more work, but I need a night off before-“

He held up a hand to silence her. His demeanor was warm and his face was soft.

“You look tired Lalya,” he said softly, walking towards her. He took her elbows gently and guided her to the bed. Her brows knit in confusion and she experienced a brief moment of panic. No man had handled her in such a way since before she came out of bondage and the sensation of his warm, rough hands made her abdomen tense.

Sensing her sudden apprehension, Boba spoke softly. “You are safe. Sleep here today - there is too much coming and going on the lower floors. It’s much quieter here.” He had no practice at being reassuring and was relieved when she acquiesced.

Lalya’s knees almost buckled and she allowed him to place her on the bed in a sitting position. She felt her heart beating in her face. She was alone in a bedroom with a man whose muscles bunched under his clothing when he moved. If she screamed, would Fennec come to her aid? Dizziness began to overtake her. Terror threatened to well tears in her eyes.

“I’ll have your dewback hosed and fed. LEP will bring food for you here. You’ll want for nothing,” he said, placing his hand on top of her head in a chaste gesture of affection. He stood up and walked towards the armor on its stand.

On cue, two droids appeared to assist him. Lalya watched as they placed each piece of armor over his clothing. Boba Fett’s armor. The man in black was Boba Fett. She saw it now, as clear as the night sky over the Dune Sea. As clear as every star in the constellations she followed to navigate.

With his helmet tucked under his arm, he looked back to her before descending down the stairs.

“Get some rest, little one. No harm will come to you here with me.”

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Pear cider thoughts are tempting me again. I really need to get my new outside hose bib connected first, but still itching to buy a vise clamp to diy a cider press with some buckets.

I'd get a regular press for like 30 bucks more, but storage isn't much of an option.