CRAP! No really...

so are fargin sewer line decided to go on strike. Really sometimes owning an old home can be such a pain in the tookus.

We come home on Sunday night and I go down to start laundry, well John goes down the basement with me. We immediately smell something foul afoot! (heehee, had to throw that one in). He turns on the light and there is sewer water all over our floor but just on one side of the basement, thankfully.

Welp, the famous Craig temper got the better of him and my ears are still burning. So we had to do the unthinkable and head over to Barsema (where they have nice bathrooms) to do our business that night. Trust, John was NOT happy. Neither was I, but I can deal.

I got the good old steel tape from the City to try our luck unplugging it ourselves last night. Yeah...that didn't work. So I think we are going to have to pony up some hard earned dough and pay a plumber. We are going to try one more thing and pray that it works first. Hopefully it will work so I can bleach the hell out of our floor (not looking forward to that either).

Yuck!