I came home from work and my house keeper told me the kitchen sink is clogged. Oh and before you go getting all jealous, my house keeper only comes 3 times a week. And she only cleans the kitchen. Really, she only does the dishes and wipes down the island. And she’s my mom. She just does that much because I don’t and because she is my mom and then she can bitch at me about how I am still such a slob. That makes her happy. And who am I to deny her happiness?
Now, the last time my kitchen sink was clogged, it backed up into the downstairs shower and it was like whole house vomit flood came out of the shower drain. So, now I am a nervous wreck because that was the worst thing to ever happen in the history of The House. Minus the new roof that leaked for 3 years. And the time the pipes burst in the basement. Owning a home is not the status symbol I wish it was. Especially a home that was built in 1790. When I was buying this house my bff was all “Maybe you should get a newer house?” And I was all “NO! I like having problems and spending money I don’t have! This house is perfect for me!” My reasoning is, this house has stood the test of time, it isn’t going anywhere.
The plumbing, oh the plumbing leaves much to be desired. Anyway, let’s say a prayer that God isn’t too busy with Fat Tuesday hangovers or that the plumber gets here before the house decides to give up swallowing waste water for Lent.
I wish I knew how to make an accent aigu on the computer.
My 15 year old told me a joke today: April showers bring may flowers. What do May Flowers bring? Genocide.