Old Faithful

I woke up Saturday with purpose. Josh and I were out of underwear, the bathroom was growing who knows what, and the dishes were overflowing. Wow, I sound like a terrible housekeeper.... Hey, give me a break. This house work stuff is new to me. I grew up with a housekeeper and a mom who loved dishes!

As I was putting laundry in the washer, I realize we have stalactites hanging from the shelf in the closet, that have dripped forming stalactites on one of my dresses, and puddling on the floor. Awesome. Old Man Carl's Laundry Detergent is a little old, don't you think? The bottom had burst open and leaked everywhere!

So, I get to work, and have to basically hose down the place. Once everything is cleaned up, and if you have ever cleaned up a half a bottle of laundry detergent, you know it gets soapy, and very very very very bubbly. So, I throw the stuff covered in detergent in the laundry, and head to clean the bathroom. While scrubbing the sink, I can hear the washer draining, and some "glub glub glub" sounds. Uh Oh. Next thing I know, there is water shooting out of the toilet, and water bubbling (LOTS of bubbles, which I attribute to the soapiness of the laundry) up from the drain in the shower! AH! I have a geyser!

Turns out, we have a blockage. DUH. Great. So, Wednesday night at 9:30PM, the rooter man shows up with his snake thingy, and gets down and dirty. This made Old Man Carl's day, or night, whatever. He hasn't this much action in years. He even got the energy to make it down the stairs to check it out. Bless his heart. No, really.