Saturday, April 19, 2008
Well it happened, I got up and went to church this morning. “Whah” you say? But, it’s Saturday. Yep, our septic pipes are all clogged up and at 6:30 this morning nature called so I went across the street to answer. Last night our house had somewhat of a gastric explosion and the toilet backed up, the tub filled up and one of the pipe in the basement was spewing all over drums, tools and whatnots. I quickly ran out and relieved the pressure via a pipe that had mysteriously been sticking up in my backyard until my neighbor, Chick one day showed me what it was for. I unscrewed the cap and it was like Yellowstone Park back there. Shit started blowing out a mile high. Sometimes I hate living in an old house. I wish it had come with an outhouse, a two-seater like my Grandma used to have out in the chicken pen. That always disgusted me. First, you had to walk the length of a football field to go to the bathroom and then you had to walk though all that chicken shit to get to it. Let’s put it this way, I didn’t go out there IF something was gonna happen, I waited until WHEN it was gonna happen!