Friday, December 18, 2015
Toilet Stories
Dear Diary,

Things are not looking up in our household, today. The plumber has been here for nearly two hours and can not unplug our plug. He is now outside digging up part of my front yard. Meanwhile, we are adding up the damage control. The electrician left a drywall hole where it fell off when he rewired the light in one of our bathrooms. Then there is all the drywall that was in our skylight that had to be removed (in many pieces) to let the electrician up into the rafters. Now, the plumber removed our toilet to run a cable in the pipe and my bathroom tiles came up with the toilet. My eyes are like dollar signs going cha-ching cha-ching and my head hurts from the lists rampaging through it of all the new projects I have just acquired. I'm trying to remain calm but my mood ring is now a solid black. I think that means I am failing at calm. I can't even take a hot, soothing bath. Stupid plumbing! I'm afraid to ask, "what next?" I'm begging for some warm, happy thoughts. Mine are stuck somewhere in the middle of our clogged plumbing.
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