The Weekend Extravaganza continues.
The high (and low) lights:
- I’m sure most of you don’t know this about me…and it involves bodily functions, so if you don’t want to know, just skip to the next bullet. I (with a bit of help from L) plugged up N&A’s toilet as Ang and I were getting ready to leave this morning.I know I’ve never mentioned it here, but I am in the Guinness Book of World Records for the largest poo. (I’m also the runner-up for Man Hands.)
Anyway, having had this issue quite often in the past, and having passed my large poo gene onto my son, I’ve dealt with many a clogged toilet in my 32 years.
But today was a little different. After numerous attempts with the cute Michael Graves plunger, Ang went to the garage and brought up The Snake.
I’d never seen anything like it and unfortunately I didn’t know how to use it properly. Instead of sticking the curved part in the toilet and pushing the bendy part in, I was just trying to put in the bendy part. Of course, it didn’t work, and I scratched (or marked?) the crap out of the toilet before I figured out the technique.
No matter because it it didn’t work then, either. It seems that the poo and the excessive amount of TP that L had used before me made it out of the toilet and into the pipe. And it wasn’t budging.
We finally put in some drain loosener and eventually got everything to go down. Needless to say, I was severely embarrassed - and Neal’s continued insistence that I couldn’t possibly have caused the problem didn’t help
But, I’ve been doing a little research and I do have a couple of ideas to try to get the marks off before I buy them a new toilet. It really does look awful.Thanks to the boys, Ang and I went to breakfast at Dean and Deluca sans kids, got massages (They spent 50 minutes on my back, neck, and shoulders instead of a full-body…it was AMAZING.), and had pedicures - which continued the massage action with the crazy jerking chairs. I haven’t felt that good in ages.
Met the extended fam at Fuddrucker’s for lunch.
E slept through it.
- Jeanne stayed with the kids so we could go on a search for silver shoes…and A needed a suitcase since his died on the way here.Had dinner with Bill, Murphy, who chose Bill over A and me, and Christyogini, from whom I’ve stolen the story of the entire night:I get by with a little help from my friends
What can i say? No group of people makes me laugh so hard. I love them.
This pic shows Aaron and Neal looking up lyrics to random songs. Neal is the king of misinterpreted lyrics. Case in point: Little Dude’s Coupe….. One night in Bangkok and the love gets worser…. Blinded by the light. Wrapped up like a douche….
Does the camera love her or what? And she loves the camera too! This is Olivia, who seems to have recovered from her surgery beautifully. What a treat to get to see her and hold her tonight.
