I am now doing a "shit load" of laundry....
The joys of the Bourne House, part 176....
Someone clogged the toilet (no one has fessed up, and I doubt they will, nor do I really want them to at this point).
Attempts to plunge failed, because I discovered tonight that somehow we have an assload of sink plungers, and no legit toilet plungers.
Toilet overflowed.
I walked into my room and heard a strange tinkling noise. Ignored it for a minute, and then realized.... FUCK. that noise was in fact the sound of water from the upstairs bathroom floor, dripping through an old patch in my ceiling, down my walls, and onto my dresser and some plastic bags of stuff sitting on my floor.
HOORAY! Sprinted upstairs to try and stop the leaking.....
My fabulous members went into emergency response mode... buckets, old towels, garbage bags.... After everything was relatively contained I went to the hardware store and secured a real plunger. Came back, spent an hour bailing enough shitwater out of the toilet so that I could plunge it, then plunged it, then cleaned and disinfected the entire bathroom and my walls and all my belongings. Now my room reeks of bleach (with just the tiniest hint of shit) so I've got fans going... and everything is thrown everywhere and a total disaster and I smell gross and I feel gross and I don't want to deal with it right now.
BUT by God I'm going to wash everything, get dressed, and go to the Haiti benefit concert at Woods Hole's finest (read: sketchiest) bar, and enjoy it. And hopefully not smell like crap (literally).
Someone clogged the toilet (no one has fessed up, and I doubt they will, nor do I really want them to at this point).
Attempts to plunge failed, because I discovered tonight that somehow we have an assload of sink plungers, and no legit toilet plungers.
Toilet overflowed.
I walked into my room and heard a strange tinkling noise. Ignored it for a minute, and then realized.... FUCK. that noise was in fact the sound of water from the upstairs bathroom floor, dripping through an old patch in my ceiling, down my walls, and onto my dresser and some plastic bags of stuff sitting on my floor.
HOORAY! Sprinted upstairs to try and stop the leaking.....
My fabulous members went into emergency response mode... buckets, old towels, garbage bags.... After everything was relatively contained I went to the hardware store and secured a real plunger. Came back, spent an hour bailing enough shitwater out of the toilet so that I could plunge it, then plunged it, then cleaned and disinfected the entire bathroom and my walls and all my belongings. Now my room reeks of bleach (with just the tiniest hint of shit) so I've got fans going... and everything is thrown everywhere and a total disaster and I smell gross and I feel gross and I don't want to deal with it right now.
BUT by God I'm going to wash everything, get dressed, and go to the Haiti benefit concert at Woods Hole's finest (read: sketchiest) bar, and enjoy it. And hopefully not smell like crap (literally).