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If only they would shoot fireballs...
- Got home Thursday evening pissed. No girly whine for me, I was mad after the events of the day. I sit down with the dog and have a drink of scotch. Hilarity ensues when I try to flush a toilet half an hour later. Water overflowing everywhere. The two of us waving our arms around in the air. Emergency plumber is called*. Day saved. Less pissed. Nice guy!
- Walk downstairs to check on my laundry last night, and I step in a puddle. I look down to see water all around my washer. This should piss me off, but I know Captain Emergency Plumber will be there to save us. Try out a Christmas Gift (wet/dry vac = awesome). Smile and sing the whole time. Wee!
*There was something down there… stuck.
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