Oh Dear God Help Me
So we now are having issues with our plumbing. Orange crystalline gunk is coming out of our pipes. One toilet's supply line has been completely blocked by it, and more is coming out of Mom's bathroom faucet. My google fu is saying it's to do with our water softener (that mom says we don't have, but I KNOW we do) not filtering correctly. Mom doesn't know what it is, and has proceeded to catastrophize and freak out. I attempted to offer what knowledge of plumbing I have (granted, it's from watching way too much HGTV) but she felt it was better to take her fear and frustration out at me instead of hearing my - correct - diagnosis of the problem. Naturally, the house owner is on Bourbon St tonight and has told us to contact his old partner Richard (remember him?) to have a plumber come out tomorrow. We are now down to one toilet out of three. And none of us ar really wanting anything to do with the others. Of course, the only working toilet is in Mom's bathroom. This is going to be so NOT FUN AT ALL.
Pray for me, us, the kitties, and the plumbing.
Oh, the kicker? This is the ONE Friday in the last 2 months and the only one for the next few months that I DON'T see Monica. I swear, shit always hits the fan the Friday I don't see her. This means I will be venting my frustrations here, most likely (I can't really on facebook since Mom reads all my statuses).
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Pray for me, us, the kitties, and the plumbing.
Oh, the kicker? This is the ONE Friday in the last 2 months and the only one for the next few months that I DON'T see Monica. I swear, shit always hits the fan the Friday I don't see her. This means I will be venting my frustrations here, most likely (I can't really on facebook since Mom reads all my statuses).
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