The cause? Oh, you know. The service guy doing something he shouldn't. Then he tried to fix it by pouring a chemical down the drain. And left without saying anything to me.
Like I said, comical.
That was last week. The plumbing is fixed. The damage is not.
I decided, since nearly everything is dirty, I might as well take this opportunity to do the great seasonal laundry shuffle. I'm nearly done. After a week. I know, comical.
Now, Aaron's talking about his upcoming three trips (two to Canada) and mixing goodness-knows-what in the kitchen to make himself feel better (lettuce smoothies with water, anyone?); Griffin has some viral coughy-lung thing that could turn into bronchitis, and Emery is puking at least three times a day. Comical.
Darwin and I are trying to keep everyone at an arm's distance. We don't want any of their germy stuff. Please and thank you.
Yeah, this has nothing to do with the post - but look at that smile!