Today I had one of those moments I call my “Lucy Moments”.
The bathroom drain was clogged and I told Shane, “Oh, I can fix it.” because let’s face it, I’m awesome and can handle a clog. So I first plunged it. Over and over with goop flying out – to no avail – still clogged.
Hmmmmm. Okay, bleach. I poured some bleach in there and it fizzed and bubbled and spit up a bunch of nasty krud. Still didn’t drain.
Okay!, she thinks… get a coat hanger and snake the drain! And that’s when it began. I poked a hole through the damned pipe. Black nasty water trickled out.

I sat bewildered – staring at the drain. Oh… what’s that I see? There’s some greenish bumpy stuff on the other pipe… hmmmm I wonder what that is! Let’s touch it and scrape it with my nail, I think to myself.
As I’m doing that, my pinger POKES through the pipe and like hell spitting up an unwanted soul – chunks of bleach soaked nasty bits of-God-knows-how-many-years-worth of clog – literall SPEWED out at me! Have you ever seen a child with projectile vomiting? It was a lot like that.

Calling our friend the plumber.
And… ruined a good towel.
