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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 669664" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>We go South in Winter, Leafy. We will leave Saturday morning, and if all goes well, should arrive late Sunday afternoon.</p><p></p><p>So, of course, being that our time is so short now, the kitchen sink backed up last night. Not only did it back up, but explosively so, spewing water everywhere from some pipe that leads to the rest of the plumbing. And is doing its spewing from <em>under </em>the sink. This morning, D H rented a snake. This is a long, coiled wire one uses to clear plumbing. So, we have spent the past hour or so screwing around with an electric snake that did not attend to the clog either and if anything, made it worse. </p><p></p><p>A plumber is coming tomorrow. </p><p></p><p>Apparently certain I have some mystical connection to the plumbing under the kitchen sink, D H has been speaking in abrupt, declarative sentences with an amazing number of highly descriptive action verbs. </p><p></p><p>And to think that all these years, I have believed the only other language D H knew was a smattering of Italian.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>So, I am going to go and clean the kitchen, now. And the walls, and the appliances, and the floor.</p><p></p><p>For heaven's sake.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p><p></p><p>One more thing. So, remember the post about apples and pie making? D H picked the apples just minutes before the kitchen drain, for reasons all its own and having nothing, mystical or otherwise, to do with me, erupted. And just now, as he was leaving to return that stupid electric snake, D H tossed over his shoulder: "An apple pie would be nice."</p><p></p><p>Sort of implying that the least I could do, having messed up the plumbing in some mystic and intentional way, would be to make us a nice apple pie from those apples he not only grew, but had to pick all by himself because I am on the computer too much and need to get a life.</p><p></p><p>As D H did not use descriptive verbs in making his request, I am actually considering this.</p><p></p><p>*** </p><p></p><p>I just thought this would be a funny little true story to add to the beautiful one about how our house smells of apple and cinnamon in the Fall.</p><p></p><p>Today, chances are good that my house will carry the scents of apple and cinnamon, again. Only in today's version of the apple pie story, we will add the scent of kitchen drain matter.</p><p></p><p>Ew.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 669664, member: 17461"] We go South in Winter, Leafy. We will leave Saturday morning, and if all goes well, should arrive late Sunday afternoon. So, of course, being that our time is so short now, the kitchen sink backed up last night. Not only did it back up, but explosively so, spewing water everywhere from some pipe that leads to the rest of the plumbing. And is doing its spewing from [I]under [/I]the sink. This morning, D H rented a snake. This is a long, coiled wire one uses to clear plumbing. So, we have spent the past hour or so screwing around with an electric snake that did not attend to the clog either and if anything, made it worse. A plumber is coming tomorrow. Apparently certain I have some mystical connection to the plumbing under the kitchen sink, D H has been speaking in abrupt, declarative sentences with an amazing number of highly descriptive action verbs. And to think that all these years, I have believed the only other language D H knew was a smattering of Italian. :O) So, I am going to go and clean the kitchen, now. And the walls, and the appliances, and the floor. For heaven's sake. Cedar One more thing. So, remember the post about apples and pie making? D H picked the apples just minutes before the kitchen drain, for reasons all its own and having nothing, mystical or otherwise, to do with me, erupted. And just now, as he was leaving to return that stupid electric snake, D H tossed over his shoulder: "An apple pie would be nice." Sort of implying that the least I could do, having messed up the plumbing in some mystic and intentional way, would be to make us a nice apple pie from those apples he not only grew, but had to pick all by himself because I am on the computer too much and need to get a life. As D H did not use descriptive verbs in making his request, I am actually considering this. *** I just thought this would be a funny little true story to add to the beautiful one about how our house smells of apple and cinnamon in the Fall. Today, chances are good that my house will carry the scents of apple and cinnamon, again. Only in today's version of the apple pie story, we will add the scent of kitchen drain matter. Ew. [/QUOTE]
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