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Last year I glossed over this story a bit, because I had a different reason for the telling. A re-telling, for context:
Last year when the drain in the downstairs bathroom sink stopped up in January I: freaked out, tried Drano, and called my Dad. From Georgia, via the miracle of speaker phone, he talked me through taking the sink plumbing apart. It took forever because he could describe exactly what the sink looked like, but I wasn't confident enough to believe that what I was seeing was what he was describing. But eventually I got it apart, and he talked me through snaking out the drain, when lo and behold I started pulling ice up from the pipes! (Side note: the idiot who decided to build the kitchen/half-bath/manden addition onto the house without insulating it -- and who thought that the plumbing for the half bath would be fine under the porch instead of actually in the basement with the rest of the plumbing -- can bite me.) The solution then became: drill a little, pour some boiling water down the drain a little. Moral of the story: Dad is awesome.
This year when the drain in the downstairs bathroom sink stopped up in January I: laughed and said to my housemate that I was wondering when it was going to happen this year, and then proceeded to take the sink apart. Made a quick phone call to Dad when I couldn't get the snake to work right, but had everything apart and drilled and put back together within an hour or so -- despite there being a lot more ice than last year. I also gathered my housemates around to see how everything works. Moral of the story: I am a badass homeowner. And Dad is still awesome.
Last year when the drain in the downstairs bathroom sink stopped up in January I: freaked out, tried Drano, and called my Dad. From Georgia, via the miracle of speaker phone, he talked me through taking the sink plumbing apart. It took forever because he could describe exactly what the sink looked like, but I wasn't confident enough to believe that what I was seeing was what he was describing. But eventually I got it apart, and he talked me through snaking out the drain, when lo and behold I started pulling ice up from the pipes! (Side note: the idiot who decided to build the kitchen/half-bath/manden addition onto the house without insulating it -- and who thought that the plumbing for the half bath would be fine under the porch instead of actually in the basement with the rest of the plumbing -- can bite me.) The solution then became: drill a little, pour some boiling water down the drain a little. Moral of the story: Dad is awesome.
This year when the drain in the downstairs bathroom sink stopped up in January I: laughed and said to my housemate that I was wondering when it was going to happen this year, and then proceeded to take the sink apart. Made a quick phone call to Dad when I couldn't get the snake to work right, but had everything apart and drilled and put back together within an hour or so -- despite there being a lot more ice than last year. I also gathered my housemates around to see how everything works. Moral of the story: I am a badass homeowner. And Dad is still awesome.