As I sit at my computer for a few minutes, catching up on some friends, okay, not really friends, but blogs, an atrocious smell greets my nose.
Yes, my toilet is stopped up. And no amount of plunging on my part has helped. And it's DISGUSTING! Thank the living LORD that we are eating out at a friend's house tonight. And the unfortunate thing is that I have had candles burning all morning and been baking and cooking all morning, and still, the SMELL. And ya'll who know me KNOW that I do not have a great sense of smell. Maybe I do a lot of breathing though my mouth. Probably a good thing today.
Of course this kind of crap always happens within minutes of my husband leaving the house for the day. I swear when we got married I wanted to insert a clause into my vows. "I promise to love, honor and obey, blah blah blah. As long as I am not in charge of toilet stoppages, trash cans, or yard work. I'll cook, clean, launder, fold, iron, and be your everyday girlfriend AS LONG as I don't have to mess with any of those things, as long as we both shall live." But no. Today I had to do the plunging. And it didn't work. I think I am plunger-retarded. I don't get it. I think it has to do with the angle of the plunger and since I'm height-challenged I think I'm already at a disadvantage. I NEED A BAILOUT!
Or a plumber. Or my husband!