Clogged toilet...not so romantic.
Especially when it was clogged when I left for work - and still brown-filled when I returned several hours later.
Plunger. Check. (In fact: many, many checks.) Baking soda and vinegar. Check. Boiling water. Check. More plunging. Check. Consideration of which muscles will blossom from plunging attempts. Check. Liquid anti-greaser dishwashing soap. Check.
Stress-eating of four homemade chocolate chip cookies. Check. Second hit of boiled kettle cascade. Check.
Gag reflex kicking in due to horrific odour. Check.
Here's the good side of our only toilet being obstructed:
1) It's a Blog Topic - hey, with a hectic day filled with extra kidlets, a few errands, a van that decided not to change gears, and my other evening job, nothing 'better' entered my overtired cranium.
2) Praises that I 'dispersed' before exiting employment. Husband did not but then again he is male and our backyard could be his domain.
3) My husband's minimal ability to smell (as in, to retrieve a scent, not as in he never has body odour)
I hear sighing - never a good sign. Back to "help"...
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