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my sink has decided now would be a great time to back up. thursday night 2 bottles of drano were brought into help. the plumbing was the victor in that battle. time to call in the professionals it seems. it's times like this i am glad i rent and do not own. the plumber (who was supposed to come out at 12 something this afternoon) was a no show, and i doubt i will be seeing him tomorrow; it is sunday after all. the plumbing is no doubt reveling in triumph as i scowl in frustration.
today i awoke with the single minded intention of continuing my long standing tradition of poking prodding and generally harassing my better half into agreeing to wake up and make some sort of tasty egg filled breakfast. fritatas are typically on the menu most mornings. along with coffee. coffee i make prior to trying to rouse the one who steals my covers at night. only to realize i couldn't pour out yesterday's left over brew and rinse the pot out. more scowling occurred as i carried to pot to the bathroom to empty and rinse it there. sink 3 me 0.
coffee going. bf in some state of consciousness, i attempt to make breakfast. only to realize my favorite skillet (along with it's lesser loved brother) are in the dishwasher, which wasn't run because of the bad pipes. "to hell with it!" i yelled. startling my alseep-on-his-feet companion. "we are going out!" "whatever" came the mumbled agreement. true the crepes were delicious but i was so looking forward to that fritata. i'm sure my sink is laughing its backed up p-trap off right now.
score 4 and 0
today's pic: londy's wtf face
