Apr. 14th, 2007

divalea: (Default)
Oh. My. God.
Where do I start?

The fountains of poo water?
The poowater smell?
The poowater that flowed out of our bathroom, into the bedroom, under the bed and dresser and down the hall?
Poowater backing up into the tubs?
The $217. later to unclog the pipe that led to the poo water fountains?
ETA: Poowater in new place, dears. There was a blockage in the waste line.
Boy out with friends and taking off his pants in the McD playplace?

But it happened on the prettiest day! A blue sky, cloud puffs, and a breeze. Once the kids were in the hands of someone else, King and I went to the rental and emptied the garage into a U-Haul.
Unexpectedly, it was like a date: just the two of us, working as a team, playing and cutting up. (We had a contest to see who could huck office chair floor mats the furthest into the cargo area. I got mine in on the first try, but King got distance.)
Afer, we stopped so I could have coffee. King went to get a drink and came back with dinner. We ate in the U-Haul and watched the sun set.

Now that the carpet is clean, and the garage empty, and we're completely moved out tomorrow, everyone's mood has improved.

And now for a shower and a good scrubbing by men in hazmat suits. I STILL SMELL LIKE POO WATER OMGS.

Profile

divalea: (Default)
divalea

February 2012

S M T W T F S
    1234
567891011
1213141516 1718
19202122232425
26272829   

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Nov. 2nd, 2025 12:18 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios