Wednesday, November 26, 2008

My mantra tonight: I love them, I love them, I love them

Wednesday 12:45 am. In preparation for hosting Thanksgiving here, I have begun cooking, dicing and pureeing. Dave, on the other hand, is getting ready for his running club's 5K race on Thanksgiving; he is the race director for this charity event. He's also finishing tiling our downstairs bathroom and prepping for installation of a new toilet.

Amongst all these projects, I discover tonight that Liquid Plumbr does not work on the slow clog in my kitchen sink. at all. Hmm. Could it have been some of the dirty water dumped into it during the mortaring and grouting? Na, he says, and decides there must be something more. He removes the PVC drain screw at the bottom of the p-trap. Rubber bands start falling out. He feels something else in there and then starts getting queezy. He has hit his limit and starts getting grossed out. He and I are a good pair -- he can sop up water remaining in the toilet before we move it outside and I can stick my finger in the p-trap to clean my drain. I need my drain. I'll do whatever it takes.

(mantra: I love them I love them I love them)

I begin to pull out: two popsicle sticks, a black plastic handled paintbrush, several rubber bands, a couple twisty ties, a piece of green Easter basket grass, and (I love them I love them I love them) two straws. And several small rocks of hardened mortar (I love them I love them I love them).

Boys. All of them.

I love them I love them I love them....

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