tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-70012030043161387152008-06-16T12:04:00.004-05:002008-12-11T15:10:06.835-06:002008-12-11T15:10:06.835-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/SFah4c1owPI/AAAAAAAAB_E/VdqBkvu9FKU/s1600-h/a+toilet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTZjrOFLAKg/SFah4c1owPI/AAAAAAAAB_E/VdqBkvu9FKU/s320/a+toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212531609913835762" border="0" /></a><br />No time today AGAIN, as poo and other unsavory bits have backed up through the floor drain into my scary basement over the weekend and I am too grossed out to think.<br />Right now two dudes are down there snaking the thing out. Last time this happened, a few years ago, the guy who came out to fix it just (o.k, even I'm gonna get the puke shivers now)...<br /><br />just stuck his bare hands down there &amp; dug it out.<br /><br />Ugh.<br />Gag.<br /><br />The dudes today don't seem to be interested in such nastiness, luckily. But I'm still disgusted. I hate my old house sometimes.<br /><br />Good weekend, nothing exciting. Rueben burgers, cleaning, pizza, wine, garage cleaning, bloody marys &amp; brunch at the Triple Rock, a little shopping, some Battlestar Galactica (geeks, I know), a rainstorm or two, but no "marshmallow anus insertion silly". Sorry. I can't think about the booty and it's various functions right now anyways.<br />Gross.Whiskeymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16680444919622976790candycanewhiskey@yahoo.com22