Plumbing problems!
This weekend was pretty mellow, not a whole lot going on. We spent Friday and Saturday, parked in front of the TV, waiting to see what the fate of the Ducks would be. Thanks to Vancouver beating San Jose in overtime, we clinched the Pacific Division, and home ice advantage throughout the playoffs, woot! Thank you Vancouver! It made our 4-3 win over Columbus useless really.
Saturday night, Steve's parents brought over food for Easter. Honeybaked Ham, yum, my favorite! They also brought scalloped potatoes, baked beans, potato salad, and macaroni salad, in addition to a banana cream pie from Marie Callenders, tasty!
Sunday, we went over to my grandma's house to celebrate Easter, which was just a really laid back day. She made the traditional Easter meal of sloppy joes ;). Here's where plumbing problem #1 (haha, no pun intended) comes into play. My brother was looking stuff up on YouTube and found this funny video from Family Guy, of Peter explaining how the universe was created. Of course, it involved farting, which is still funny to me at the ripe old age of 27. I took a drink of something, and he started playing it again. At that point, I started laughing and choking, spitting out my drink and whatever food was in my mouth, and coughing hysterically. Because of all the coughing, I ended up peeing myself, and not just a few drips either. I had a good sized wet spot on my jeans. Fantastic.
We got home last night, and I threw my clothes in the washing machine. As that was going on, our bathtub and toilet were filling with water. Fantastic, plumbing problem #2. I noticed that there had been some backing up the night before, but this was bad. The toilet kept filling, so I had to stand there with a trash can for 15 minutes, scooping out water from the toilet and tossing it into the bathtub, which was almost full in and of itself. So we couldn't take showers or flush the toilet at all last night.
This morning, after a fitful night of sleep, half of which was spent on the couch because I couldn't stand Steve's snoring, I called Roto-Rooter, and had them come out. Of course, the price of clearing the main line has almost doubled in the 2 1/2 years since we last had it done, but c'est la vie. He had to go up on the roof with a snake, and my poor cats are all huddled under the bed because they're so freaked out from the noise. He's running water in my bathtub right now (I wonder if I could pay him extra to clean it for me!), so that hopefully means he's done. I'd like to have my toilet back please.
Saturday night, Steve's parents brought over food for Easter. Honeybaked Ham, yum, my favorite! They also brought scalloped potatoes, baked beans, potato salad, and macaroni salad, in addition to a banana cream pie from Marie Callenders, tasty!
Sunday, we went over to my grandma's house to celebrate Easter, which was just a really laid back day. She made the traditional Easter meal of sloppy joes ;). Here's where plumbing problem #1 (haha, no pun intended) comes into play. My brother was looking stuff up on YouTube and found this funny video from Family Guy, of Peter explaining how the universe was created. Of course, it involved farting, which is still funny to me at the ripe old age of 27. I took a drink of something, and he started playing it again. At that point, I started laughing and choking, spitting out my drink and whatever food was in my mouth, and coughing hysterically. Because of all the coughing, I ended up peeing myself, and not just a few drips either. I had a good sized wet spot on my jeans. Fantastic.
We got home last night, and I threw my clothes in the washing machine. As that was going on, our bathtub and toilet were filling with water. Fantastic, plumbing problem #2. I noticed that there had been some backing up the night before, but this was bad. The toilet kept filling, so I had to stand there with a trash can for 15 minutes, scooping out water from the toilet and tossing it into the bathtub, which was almost full in and of itself. So we couldn't take showers or flush the toilet at all last night.
This morning, after a fitful night of sleep, half of which was spent on the couch because I couldn't stand Steve's snoring, I called Roto-Rooter, and had them come out. Of course, the price of clearing the main line has almost doubled in the 2 1/2 years since we last had it done, but c'est la vie. He had to go up on the roof with a snake, and my poor cats are all huddled under the bed because they're so freaked out from the noise. He's running water in my bathtub right now (I wonder if I could pay him extra to clean it for me!), so that hopefully means he's done. I'd like to have my toilet back please.