so remember that time i clogged the sink with my barf after a long night of drinking?
the next afternoon, just as i was thinking there was nothing left in me, i clogged the toilet with something else.
because Mr. REA was out of town, i let the trouble fester. i thought the mess would just sort-itself-out.
very lady-like, i know.
and, well, it didn't.
on Monday i broke down and called a plumber.
it's what i refer to as a low point.
the lady on the line asked me if i wanted to talk to my landlord first.
no, no. please. i'll just pay you. don't call him. i'm embarrassed.
her response: oh sweetie, no need to be embarrassed. it's not your fault the pipes are jammed.
cha right. little does she know.
oh yes ma'am. yes it is absolutely my fault. just send over your best guy.
$189 to plunge a toilet.
i'm going to go broke if i keep playing this little game.
ugh.
