No I DON'T have a certificate for this...
Is it just me or has the blogosphere been kinda dead the past couple of days? Fewer or shorter posts from almost everyone I read, major slowdown in the commentatiousness and even I'm making up posts out of whole cloth just to be doing it.
It's just as well I guess - I have other things to do today.
Thing one is - get some sleep! Really, I've been running on fumes for a couple of days now...
Thing two is - (when I wake up later today) do some plumbing. Exciting, I know. But we have a toilet that is flushing very slowly. We had two slowsies - the one I pulled up a couple of weeks ago had a toy car and a plastic hairbrush stuck down near the seal area. I wonder who flushed those? Lord knows what I'll find in this one. The other toilet also has a bad valve so I'll be fixing that as well. And to make things even peachier, the dishwasher just sprang a leak. Yeah, I know, I could just call a plumber but I'm trying to save some money for
So while I'm wrestling with toilets and dishwashers, I'll leave you a little something from my as yet un-re-published blogspot archives. This is a story on a similar theme that I wrote only a few days after I started blogging (almost a year ago).
Enjoy:
What my life is like... a true story: A few months ago, I was performing one of my regular household duties. I was in an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt, standing barefoot in about six inches of dirty bathwater in the main bathroom of our home. With an oversized screwdriver and an extra-long pair of needle nosed pliers, I was attempting to remove a giant soap-congealed mass of long red hair from the now non-functioning bathtub drain.
Stacie can't understand why this keeps happening: "Not aga-in!"
Gee, I dunno. It's not like it's MY hair. Most of mine went down the drain years ago.
Besides, mine's neither red nor long.
So there I was in my sweaty-brow Herculean late-night struggle to extricate the wayward LONG RED hair from the former drain.
The male-child, Tad, who was probably six at the time, stumbles into the bathroom.
"AW, man," he says, grabbing his butt, "I gotta go, bad."
Go ahead, I won't look.
So he drops 'em and hops up onto the toilet.
As I struggle, he struggles.
He looks over at me and says "Dad, do you have certification for that?"
Excuse me?
"You know, a certificate to do that? "
(glaring) No, but I know what I'm doing.
"I think you have to be properly trained."
Finish your business and go back to bed.
"You might hurt yourself."
Keep it up, I might hurt YOU!
(giggles)
I'm not kiddin'
(laughs)
SERIOUSLY!
(guffaws)
Remember, he was only six.
This is the kind of thing I deal with EVERY DAY.
P.S. and I still do!
Have a great weekend!
4 Comments:
I just dropped one of my earrings down the sink dain here at Tara's office yesterday. Maybe you can get it out for me. I'll give you a certificate. :)
My hair does that too, it goes down the shower drain and I have to clean it out, ewwww.
I'm back from camping and back WITH a phone. I'm eating my lunch and reading about your plumbing.......
It's nice to be back to reading blogs again & I''ll probably post a blog post tomorrow.
Right now, I need an afternoon nap - air mattresses and kids that stay up late and get up early in the morning ensure I need a nap when I get home. (Second thing to do after catching up with emails and blogs!)
in a previous life, i was a janitor at a college dorm. the women's showers were tons worse than the guys. always always clogging.
now i'm married. yuck!
great ol' post. love it.
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