… followed by a giant hole in our kitchen ceiling.
See when we brought Miss Pearl home last Saturday, I decided I would be overly ambitious and bathe all the dogs, because why not? Pearl went first and everything went smoothly. Then Miss Piper was up next and just as I think she’s done with her bath, I notice the tub’s not draining … all that dirt and dog hair decided to stick around for awhile. Oh, joy.
So I call Jeff to the scene (surely he can fix the problem), and after a very diligent try using his drain snake to unclog the pipes, he not so happily tells me it’s time to call-in reinforcements. And for Jeff, that’s saying a lot.
Given it was Saturday night, we’d just brought a new dog into our home, and our tub was full of dog hair (TMI?) we were limited in our options and needed someone quick. Thankfully, it was Roto-Rooter to the rescue! All the while, I’m still calmly thinking to myself that this will be quick and painless. I didn’t really want to drop a couple hundred dollars, but I was preparing myself for that inevitable fate.
Oh, but it couldn’t be that easy. Nope. Those pipes weren’t just clogged, they were very old and corroded. I’ll spare you those photos. And the few hundred dollars I thought we’d have to spend? I took that lovely thought and threw it right out the window, along with the rest of my money.
I kid you not, the night before this all went down Jeff and I were sitting at dinner high-fiving each other for the little financial road we’d mapped out for ourselves over the coming months. You know, like when you talk about how you haven’t seen someone in a long time and then run into them the next day? Except, replace that with clogged pipes. But … I guess (sort of) all’s well that end’s well? Meaning, we can now shower in our ONLY bathroom without also bathing in Piper’s fur. Yeah, I’d call that a success.
And at least I still had this rag tag bunch to spend the evening with. ↓
Thanks universe. You’re a real charmer.