I'm writing this in a brown font today. Seems appropriate. There's a proverb - when the shit hits the fan. It kinda really did.
I have a blocked pipe in my house.
Shit has exploded out of the toilet in the guest bathroom.
Not really exploded, but sorta boiled over and oozed all over the bathroom, and even under the closed door.
It is an understatement to say it is disgusting.
Why am I sitting here and blogging when there is a shitload of crap going on? Because the plumbers - yes 2 of them - are trying to fix this mess.
Nothing I can do at the moment.
Did I mention the snake they used sprayed shit all over the walls, too?
Decor goes to trashbags.
This is day 2.
I can not use the water.
Nor the upstairs bathroom.
I had to stay at a hotel last night.
Nothing I can do at this point in time, except wait for the gallons of tears that have been dammed up inside waiting to pour out.
I guess that will finally happen when they give me the bill.
Or when I have to begin sanitizing my entire house - top to bottom.
GOT BLEACH.
It's ironic, you think things are shitty, then they really are.
Until next time...
3 comments:
Hi Maureen
I've seen you over on cheryl's blog sending her kind words and comfort, so I thought I'd pop by and say Hi, only to see that you need a shoulder to cry on too. Sheesh, how awful! Poor poor you! I hope you can get the mess cleaned up withoug breaking your bank or your back. Thinking of you, VallyP
OMG! {{{{{{{{ Maureen}}}}}}}
Oh geez--how crappy. I really feel for you. I'd help you clean up if I lived near you--of course, gagging all the while. Sandie
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