…and just when we thought we’d never have to think about her again…
So I’m no plumber but I do know that it’s never a good thing when you’re on your second load of laundry and your toilet starts gurgling. That’s what happened on Tuesday night and I had flashbacks of when I bought my first house – the plumbing was so bad that you couldn’t take a shower and do laundry or flush the toilet within the same hour or else thick sewage would come bubbling up and out the bathtub drain. It was NOT pretty nor did it smell pretty (although it did prompt the first chapter of my ‘book’, J-Money, The Country Bumpkin). So Scott called his family plumber friend, Tim who told us that our pipes would probably just need to be cleaned out and he’d be at the house with his crew on Wed. Oh, yeah, and we were on a strict no-water policy until then…that meant no flushing, no shower, quick rinse of the toothbrush, etc. And yesterday was the first time in ages that I put a fresh layer of makeup over the previous day’s and I have a giant nose zit to prove it. So after a stinky day at work yesterday, Tim and crew were packing up when I got home and when I asked if it was clogged pipes, Tim simply said, “yep, tree roots,” and that was that.
Until I called Scott to let him know all was well.
Apparently Tim called Scott as soon as he left and told him that the problem was what the plumbing world likes to call little ‘white mice’.
…aka tampons and yes, I just gagged.
Now I may have been guilty of flushing one or two when I was 13 and didn’t know any better, but ever since about 20 years ago when my dad had to call a plumber for clogged pipes and was told that the pipes were FULL of tampons and pads and all sorts of female whatnots, I have not flushed a tampon. Anywhere. Actually it’s funny, I’ll never forget when my little sister was living with me for a few months and said something to me about how she liked her tampons better because mine don’t bloom until they hit the water in the toilet, and I think I just about had a heart attack.
Anywho, after swearing up and down that there was nowaypossiblethatitwasme and Ineverevereverdothat and IpromiseIthrowmineawayeverytime, Scott said that Tim confirmed that the ‘white mice’ had clearly been in the pipes for quite a while.
And considering crazy lady probably went through menopause 10 years ago…..
Did I mention when we had the vents cleaned out before we moved in, they found a peach pit in one of them? I wonder what else is lurking in the places we can’t see.
Wait, nevermind, I don’t want to know.