It all started when I cut off the tops of the celery a few days before Thanksgiving, and without thinking, put them in the sink disposal. It doesn’t like celery, I know this, but I was in a cooking frenzy and just did not think. Besides, it was only tops from 2 stalks – the curly leafy parts, not the stringy stalky parts, and I figured I was ok.
This is a good noise I tell myself, until I look up, with a perfect view of the window over the sink, and see the end of the drain auger descending from the roof! How the hell. . . . heck. . . I say to myself!?!? I shout into the kitchen, “the end of that thingy is descending from the roof. Is it supposed to do that?” I know, women should never have to ask stupid questions like that because we already KNOW it’s not supposed to do that, but you often have to humor men. Because I simply couldn’t stop the words as they came out of my mouth I uttered, “I don’t think the clog is in the vent pipe.” I know, pure selfish indulgence.
I am afraid to ask if the drain is unclogged. But I am told that the water is running smoothly down the drain. In a normal household that would bode well.
Nope, drain is not only still plugged, but now the water line in the wall is busted and pouring water out through the siding to the ground below. Hmmmm, I am thinking. I would have called the plumber about $200 worth of damage ago. But not my intrepid “we can fix it” husband and son. They want to be sure it is broken beyond repair and sure to cost twice as much to fix before they consider calling a plumber.
Dinner turned out fine, the turkey was delicious, the stuffing was perfect, the cranberry and cream cheeze appetizer that Jess made was to die for, and the chocolate pie was a wonderful as always. Thank goodness THAT part of the day was not a disaster.